Percy had been attempting to adjust to this place, but it was proving to be difficult. His logical mind was having trouble accepting that they had just arrived here, that they were all from different timelines, and pretty much everything that one needed to accept in order to full assimilate into this environment. The one thing that he could be thankful for was that at least Ron seemed to be relatively close to his own time, and that he had the opportunity to make things up to him in a way that wasn't hampered with all of the baggage that had came from the battle.
Apparating to the entrance of MacArthur Park, Percy stumbled backwards and away from a woman that yelped at his appearance, offering her a sheepish smile and quick apology before turning to look over at his baby brother. Ron looked as though he was going to be sick, and Percy could recall seeing his baby brother look like this at his worst moments. Without saying anything, Percy crossed over to Ron, pausing just in front of him before stepping forward and pulling his younger brother into a brief hug. He had a lot of explaining to do, he knew. But right now, that wasn't his main concern. Ron was.