Re: Percy/Oliver
Even as Percy was talking himself out of being here (really, he had been stupid to tell one of his only friends here something so personal about himself that even his family didn't know), he almost immediately perked up when he heard his name being called.
He turned, spotting Oliver in a lawn chair not too far off. He walked over to him, feeling a little like an obedient puppy. "Hello," he greeted, nearly formal. "It seems your pancakes made for a good turn out." It seemed as if they were always going back a step instead of forward, as far as Percy's social sensibilities went.