Oliver should have been consoled by the fact that Percy couldn't fully see any particular expression that might have been crossing his face at this time. Percy, however, was not at all pleased with that. He desperately wanted his glasses.
Unfortunately, he felt very much stuck in place: nearly afraid to move. If he stood up to flee (which was his first urge), he would look rude and -- well. Bothered by what he was sure was meant to be a comforting gesture. If he recoiled, it would be the same.
No. He just had to wait it out.
It was excruciating for a million reasons that Percy would never put on a written list.
"Uhm," he said, voice nearly cracking when he spoke. "Yes. You're--absolutely right. Thank you."