Oliver hadn't seen Percy since he woke, and quite frankly he wasn't ready to see him even now. He grabbed the door, mostly to hold himself up. Now that Stan's spell wasn't keeping him off the ground he was feeling quite unsteady. But he didn't want Percy to know, he wasn't going to use pity points.
"Hi," he said softly, "I ... I just came to... get my things..." it wasn't quite what he'd planned to say but suddenly his brain didn't want to function. He really hoped Stan was waiting outside... hoped this would go smoothly, for Percy's sake if not his own.