Re: Percy/Open
Percy felt his smile twitch a bit. "Yes. I suppose you did." And that was something he was very happy not to think about, thanks. He was fond of Oliver, he really was. Despite being Percy's total opposite in most ways, Oliver had proven a surprisingly steady friend to him in school. If they grew apart afterwards...well. That was to be expected.
Still. Friend or not, Oliver was...Oliver. Grinning, charming, athletic, handsome. All the things Percy had never been in his life.
It was selfish, maybe, or just petty, but the idea of his Penny getting on so well with a man so unlike him made Percy feel...odd. Self-conscious, in a strange way.
Still. She was sharing his flat, not his bed. At least, not that Percy knew about...
And either way it was none of his business, and what the hell was he doing in some bar as if he was the sort of person anyone would ever invite to a party...
Bloody hell, man. Get yourself together.
Percy dragged himself out of his increasingly annoying thoughts. "I think I could brave the bar with you," he answered wryly. "I'm not so skittish, and the company is worth it."