Oliver found himself looking for Percy a lot lately. It seemed like everytime he turned around Percy was shooing him away. Yeah, he got bored in the library and sure he left when Percy suggested he leave but he left because he felt like he'd outstayed his welcome not because he wanted to.
He was seriously feeling anxious lately. The whole Bole thing had really upset him more then he'd let Percy know and when Percy wasn't near he worried, a lot.
He was pacing down the hall, heading for the library when he passed a blond and redhead that at first he didn't recognize. Then the lights kind of went off in his head and he stepped back quickly and came up behind Percy, his hand landing on Percy's lower back.
He knew Percy hated being physical in any way in public but she couldn't see where his hand was so why not? "Hey, there you are." He didn't care if he was interrupting something, he didn't like Percy chatting up pretty little blonds.
He wasn't jealous.
He was just possessive.
He leveled the girl... boy? with a stern look. Percy was his, and he was making that clear... he hoped.