Percy/Oliver
Oliver clapped Percy suddenly on the shoulder. A companionable sort of smack which said in a motion Good. I'm glad and also I have no idea what it is I'm doing.
The hope had been to subtly draw Percy back into their previous conversation. It had to be done carefully, skillfully, least Percy startle again and shut down entirely. Though, Oliver did not seem to have skill-set required to accomplish such a feat. And short of bluntly bringing up the topic, he wasn't really sure how to get Percy talking again because he knew prying and poking could only be effective for so long and that time was already at its end.
Unfortunately for Percy, though, he was the only gay man in Oliver's life. And now that Oliver knew, he had a lot of questions. Again, entirely selfish questions but Oliver wondered if Percy might benefit from a little discussion as well.
Still. Now was apparently not the time and as anxious and impatient as Oliver had been all day, he wouldn't push.
'Glad to hear it. Got a strange message though from that Hermione lass... she's the one you met with yesterday before swinging by, aye?'