"Mm. My room." He purred, slender, white fingers slipping around Percy's arm, squeezing it and shifting his weight, more weight than he'd anticipated, onto Percy. "You know," he explained, "I wasn't too sure about this...I didn't really like it. I'm still not sure I like it but it's not so bad without-I mean," he made a confused face and started again. "I mean it's not so bad with someone else."
His free hand pushed back the pale strands of his hair trying to settle himself. He wasn't sure if he looked alright, if everything was still tucked and neat. He hoped so.