"My bedside manners are atrocious," Percy continued, in the same dry, sarcastic voice. "It's a good thing I didn't become a Healer."
Though she didn't mention a word about Charlie, the same thought was running through Percy's mind - why couldn't he just get over it and move on? Maybe because her dating his brother simply accentuated the fact that he was alone. He was really too sentimental for his own good.
Penny's last, nostalgic question only seemed to rub it in, and he cast his eyes down to the ground, but only for a moment. Taking a sharp breath, he rose from the chair and slipped his hand out from under hers. Only then did he look at her. "I really must be going," he told her, quietly. "I'm glad to see you doing better. I'll see you perhaps, later."