Re: Percy/Oliver
At his glasses being taken, folded, and then put back into his own shirt pocket, Percy was sure that he'd turned an unflattering shade of red. It was not lost to him, that while he might be able to pass that off as embarrassment, he had just told Oliver about his sexual preferences. It might be a bit more... difficult to wave things off for other reasons now.
He blinked, a little owlishly at the blur of Oliver Wood, and sat ridiculously still for a moment, hands clasped together in his lap. When he noted that Oliver had actually finished speaking, Percy had to think back to remember what had even been said. Certainly he'd missed some of it.
Oh, dear.
"I--what?" Then he rose his eyebrows, as if he'd shocked himself by saying that. "No. I mean. Of course. You're right. Proof would be--well. Yes."