For a moment all he could do was stare. There was Percy. Tall, strong, brave, heroic, and under dressed. He wasn't shirtless or showing an overabundance of skin but he was still in his undershirt, still sweaty and disheveled in a state Tary couldn't say he'd seen him in before. For a long moment he could hardly remember how to breathe, let alone why he'd come all this way with such urgency. It occurred to him then, as he tried to put his thoughts back into some semblance of order, that this may have been a bad idea. Percy may not have been the way to go. It also occurred to him, however, that he really only had Percy. Sure, the other members of the group were great but he couldn't say he'd actually bonded with any of them yet. Then, of course, there was the fact that none of them really knew him. He was still reeling a little as he tried to figure out how this place worked.
He cleared his throat and forced his eyes away from the other as he stepped into the room. For what was, possibly, the hundredth time that morning he reminded himself that what he was thinking, what he was feeling, was wrong. It was unbecoming of an adventurer. Adventurers didn't react this way to members of the same sex in his books and his father wouldn't approve. He hadn't approved before. He would approve even less now.
Tary stood just a little too stiffly as he tried to work up the courage to say exactly what was on his mind. He decided, after several attempts at starting and stopping, that the truth was the best option. "I'm a failure." He finally said, hoping he didn't sound as broke as he felt. "I was upset and I spent all my time reading in the hopes of escaping and I just..." He shook his head and turned to look over his shoulder for just a second before his frown deepened once he remembered that Doty had been left back in his own apartment. Without his constant companion he suddenly found himself feeling very alone and vulnerable.
"I'll never be a real adventurer, Percy. Not like you or Vax or any of the heroes in my books. There's something wrong with me. I'm wrong. I've always been... and I'm not sure I can change that. I'm sorry I've wasted your group's time."