Oliver stared after Percy, completely and totally bereft. "he left..." he said softly to the room, "... ugh." He fell back onto the bed and rubbed at his face.
Should he go? This was Percy's room, not his.
Was he still welcome to stay?
God, what had he done!!!
He didn't have a lot of time to think it over, encouraged by too much alcohol and lack of sleep he fell asleep with his hands still over his face.