#needthat

Unsurprisingly, the next day Percy woke up at 7:00 to his alarm. He'd slept well and deep, so for a moment it felt surreal. He couldn't bring himself to get up and turn the alarm off -- that was until Oliver started grumbling about the noise and almost reached out to snatch up Percy's phone himself. Percy quickly turned it off.

Oliver went lax again, evidently having fallen back asleep, and Percy stared at the time displayed on his phone while he contemplated whether or not he could get away with sleeping some more. He definitely could.

He wanted to reposition himself but Oliver's limbs were wrapped around him, almost suffocating. The dead weight of Oliver's limbs was just so heavy that he had to settle for stillness. Waking up was always a chore, but Oliver made it much harder. So warm...

Percy's mind had been in a state of limbo, almost asleep but not quite, and he'd nearly drifted off when Oliver was suddenly turning over on his back and stretching languidly. He yawned, chipperly wishing Percy a good morning.

Percy immediately checked the time because time tended to fly when his mind was like that, and as far as he was concerned, Oliver had just been dead asleep and showing no signs of waking up any time soon. But reading the clock, he realized it had only been 10 minutes. 

He sighed. If Oliver was awake, then he'd make it everyone's problem. At least now he could move.

"How'd you sleep?" Oliver asked after receiving no response to his good morning.

"Quite well, actually," Percy answered. "I was just on my way to sleep some more, but this is fine."

Oliver had the decency to look remorseful. "M'sorry. Would a hug ease the pain?"

Percy groaned in protest, "It's alright, really," but Oliver already snaked his arm under and around Percy, pulling them closer together than they already were. Ultimately, Percy just let it happen and even laid his head on Oliver's chest when Oliver was done maneuvering them.

"Your hair tickles," Oliver commented with a snicker. "It's nice," he clarified after Percy went to move his head. He brought a hand up to Percy's hair and started to slowly card through it, beginning with the nape and working his way up. 

Percy suppressed a cat-like purr and a content smile appeared on his face. 

Oliver kissed his head, almost as an afterthought. "What time is it, anyway? Must be early if you were going to go back to sleep."

"7:20? Give or take a few minutes," Percy estimated.

"When do you have to get up?" Oliver asked.

Percy had to will himself to remember anything. "I'll give myself 30 minutes on the safe side, but it shouldn't take more than 15. So, around 9:30."

"You think I could come with you?" Oliver wondered.

Percy laughed and lifted his head a little to get a glimpse of Oliver's face before lying back down. It looked like he was being serious. "Why would you? There'd be nothing for you to do."

"I could read? I don't know," Oliver shrugged. "But I want to spend time with you."

Percy drew small circles on Oliver's stomach, feeling his muscles contract at the slight touch. He didn't know if he wanted Oliver to be there. It would be a distraction, and he was kind of a different person at work than he was with Oliver. For a lack of anything better to say, he joked, "I don't think Penny will let you into the library without speaking to her."

"Oh, fuck," Oliver sweared. "I completely forgot to say something to her yesterday."

"Yeah," Percy acknowledged. "What was that yesterday, anyway? Definitely one of the weirder things you've done."

"It was supposed to be funnier but... I can't believe I need to live around here for a library card," Oliver complained.

"Yeah, sorry," Percy winced. "But don't let that discourage you from visiting."

"It won't," Oliver declared. "Because I'm going with you today, remember?"

"...Right," Percy said slowly.

Oliver's hand fell from Percy's hair and to his arm, rubbing it as though trying to comfort him. Percy immediately broke out into goosebumps. "What, you don't want me there?"

"No, come," Percy encouraged, suppressing a shiver. Now that tickled.

"Great! 9:30 departure," Oliver noted to himself. "Meanwhile, I think we should talk."

Percy snorted. "What have we been doing?"

"You're so funny, Percy," Oliver said sarcastically, causing Percy to laugh at his unamusement. "Seriously though," Oliver continued, "I couldn't fall asleep for a while last night. I was thinking about us."

Percy became more solemn at that. He could see where this was going. "Oh?"

"About how we could do this," Oliver pressed on awkwardly, as if Percy hadn't understood what he was referencing.

"I get it," Percy assured him. "Came up with anything?" Outwardly, he was calm and collected, genuinely curious to see if Oliver had come up with a solution to their situation. Internally, there was a little part of him that expected Oliver to simply say, "sorry, we can't do this," and then kick him out.

Luckily, that's not what ended up happening. "Well, you know I'm here for the rest of the month, yeah?"

"... I actually didn't know that," Percy confessed. He realized he'd never even asked Oliver the nitty gritty about this surprise. All he knew was that Oliver was there.

"Really? Well I am. So we can see each other everyday, whether you end up staying or not," Oliver explained.

That sounded great, but... "And when you're not here anymore?"

"We can visit each other every holiday!" Oliver proclaimed. "And when we're not together, we could keep in touch like we normally do."

Percy wanted to believe him, but it all just sounded so simple. He didn't want to dampen the mood by voicing his concerns, but his silence evidently spoke volumes to Oliver.

"Look, Perce," Oliver sighed. A beat, then, "No, I actually want you to look at me." 

Percy groaned, placing his head on his actual pillow instead of Oliver's chest so that they could see each other better.

"I believe that if anybody could do the long distance thing, it's us," Oliver asserted earnestly. Taking Percy's face in his hands, he continued, "I mean, what have we been doing all this time? We hadn't even gotten the chance to physically touch each other until two months ago, weren't even dating until last night, and yet, I like you as much or maybe even more than when I first talked to you."

"I should hope so, since we're dating and all that," Percy joked. It was his first instinct, and once again, Oliver was left unamused. Taking one of Oliver's hands from his face, he gripped it tightly and simply said, "Okay."

Oliver's face lit up. Still, he tried to carefully conceal it just in case he was getting his hopes up. "Okay...?"

"Okay, we can make this work. You've convinced me," Percy clarified. Maybe it was really going to be as easy as it sounded, but for his own good he'd stop thinking about it while he was ahead.

That was no problem, as before he knew it Oliver's mouth was on his and all his worries melted away.

They spent their remaining hour or so lazing around in bed — at times they were kissing, other times they were merely talking, but at all times they were huddled so close together that they were practically one. Percy thought he could get used to this honeymoon phase and hoped that it wasn't just a phase at all. 

The hard part was definitely getting out of bed, but once he was up, it was easy for Percy to fall into routine and get ready. Oliver, not so much. He was complaining as he got ready, whining and pleading with Percy to take the day off and come back to bed. With all his moaning and lagging behind, Percy nearly left him, but ultimately they were able to leave for the library on time. 

"What do you have a computer for?" He asked Oliver, catching a glimpse of the silver laptop that Oliver placed on the dashboard. That probably wasn't a good idea, but it seemed like a temporary placement. 

"Work," Oliver replied simply, buckling his seatbelt. He did end up retrieving the laptop after. "Can't stand around the checkout flirting with you all day, now can I?"

Percy hummed. "I forgot to ask. What do you even do?"

"Guess."

Percy looked at Oliver with a frown, annoyed. "Really?"

"Eyes on the road," Oliver laughed. "Surely my job doesn't interest you that much."

"I mean, I'm just curious. I didn't even think you had a job, to be quite honest. You haven't even mentioned it," Percy told him. "So what is it, then? Something with cameras or something."

"Or something," Oliver confirmed vaguely.

"Why so secretive?" Percy asked. "Surely nothing illegal?"

"No!" Oliver denied vehemently. Percy raised an eyebrow. "It's just a paid sports journalism internship. Something to do because I won't be playing hockey for the rest of my life."

"Aren't you any good?" Percy teased. "You should aim for the NHL."

"British trained people don't play in the American league," Oliver informed him humorously. "Sounds fun though."

"You could be the first," Percy shrugged.

Oliver shook his head. "I'm going to have to say no to that one."

They soon arrived to the library with 10 minutes to spare, much like Percy anticipated. Oliver chose the spot where he'd be sitting for the next few hours. He claimed that it was only a coincidence that it was the closest one to Percy's counter. Percy sat around with him for a few minutes before his shift officially started, but they weren't offered much time before he was off and helping out with inventory.

A tap on the shoulder a few minutes later alerted him of Penelope's presence. 

Smiling at him conspiratorially, she whispered, "I see your boyfriend over there. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Percy rolled his eyes. "It's not like he's not allowed to be here." It took him a few seconds to register her word choice. "Why'd you call him my boyfriend?"

"It was a joke," Penelope frowned, looking at him closely. "But I see it struck a nerve. Something happened last night."

Percy chose to remain silent. She'd basically already figured it out. 

Gasping, Penelope exclaimed, "You made it official! Holy fuck, I thought this would never happen!"

"Calm down," Percy urged, raising his hands placatingly. "The dramatics are only cool when we're not working... in the library."

"You don't care about that," Penelope waved him off. "You're just a little shy about your relationship. I get it. But don't forget who was there to hear all your moaning and groaning about that guy for the past few months. I'll take my maid of honor position now, if that's alright."

Percy felt his brain short circuiting. "We — stop. Now you're getting ahead of yourself." Penelope only smirked at him knowingly, so in an effort to change the subject, he asked, "help me with the cataloging? We have quite a few new things in."

She gracefully didn't push, and together they spent around two hours shelving books both new and old. That was probably the most they'd ever had to do at once with this job. When it was finally over, though, they were able to hang out at the check out desk like they normally would. Percy was standing because it looked as though a few people wanted to start checking out, whereas Penelope was sat on her phone, not really visible to anyone who wasn't within a foot of the desk. 

Looking out at all the people in the library, Percy's eyes found Oliver who was leaned over his computer and seemed deeply concentrated. He let his gaze linger (who would know?), but it was like Oliver felt it for he looked up and their eyes met. Oliver smiled at him, almost secretive in nature, and Percy quickly averted his gaze as if caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

Luckily, there was a young woman approaching with three books in hand, so Percy was able to busy himself with helping her.

Penelope, who'd been silently scrolling through TikTok, suddenly gasped dramatically loud, covering her mouth with her hand. Percy opted to ignore her and find out what the big deal was later (maybe there wasn't one), but he saw the woman's eyes flicker to Penelope with concern and interest. She didn't end up saying anything, however, for which Percy was grateful.

As the woman walked away, books in hand, Percy turned to Penelope. "Alright, what is it?"

Apparently, she'd been waiting for him to finish up, for she immediately held out her phone to him. "Look," she urged, her eyes wide with mirth and mischief.

That made Percy quite apprehensive about what he'd be looking at, but he looked nonetheless. It was a TikTok video, which was expected. Furthermore, it was made by Oliver, which was unexpected but didn't really come as a surprise. He guessed the X factor was probably the content of the video, which was of Oliver teaching him how to skate. Somewhere between yesterday evening and then, the man had really managed to pick through hours of footage. The video had some large text that read; "taught this random stranger how to skate," so it was obviously supposed to be funny. To Percy, it didn't have its intended effect, but he didn't really see what was so surprising about the video that it warranted that reaction from Penelope in front of an innocent customer.

"What about it?" Percy questioned, handing Penelope her phone back.

"What about it?" Penelope imitated in his accent. "I love you, Percy. Never change," she said patronizingly, patting him on the shoulder.

That irritated him quite a bit, which is definitely what she had intended. "What about it?" Percy repeated, more insistent that time. "I mean, I didn't expect for him to post that but it seems like a joke. Nothing quite special about it."

"Like a joke, huh?" Penelope smiled, almost disbelievingly. "Percy, you guys look so in love. That was like... basically a hard launch."

"That was like... basically a hard launch," Percy mocked, sitting in his chair. It didn't seem like anybody else was wanting to check out books right about now. "Oh, stop it, Penny. It only seems that way to you because you actually know we're dating."

"I'm serious!" Penelope protested, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. "What, you think people are looking at the post and being like, 'omg how sweet is it that he ran into a stranger and taught him how to skate?'"

"I don't think anybody's that gullible!" Percy argued. "I think people see the video as two people who obviously know each other and one of them is teaching the other how to skate. That's it, that's all."

Penelope stared at him blankly before finally saying, "Well, I'm not the only one of this opinion. Just look at these comments..."

Percy felt his heart drop. "Show me," he demanded, almost reluctant.

With a look saying 'I told you so,' Penny handed him her phone, this time with the comments open. And she was right. It was a relatively new video, but there were hundreds of comments:

"I'd be asking what we are after this"

"They definitely went home together"

"the way he's holding him omg 😭"

"I need someone to look at me like this"

"OMG OLLIE WHO IS THATT"

"If you look closely you can see me hanging from the balcony"

The last one was weirdly amusing, but the rest nearly sent Percy into anaphylactic shock. He realized that they really had no idea who he was, but people worked fast, and he bet that if he looked hard enough he would be able to see his @ somewhere in the comment section. He reasoned that either he was being really dense, or he and Oliver truly didn't know how to act platonically, later relenting that it was probably, most definitely, the latter.

Percy gave Penelope her phone, carefully keeping his emotions under wraps. "Okay," he spoke calmly.

"Okay...?" She prompted, pocketing her phone.

"So people are taking it that way," Percy admitted. "But nothing is confirmed. If Oliver just continues on like he never posted it, then everybody will forget about it and write it off as a joke between two friends."

Penelope pursed her lips. "Suppose that's true," she said slowly. "Is that what you want? From the looks of it, it may not be what Oliver wants, anyway."

"You're right," Percy sighed. "I should talk to him about it."

Penelope leaned forward, a gleam in her eyes. "Yes," she agreed, "call him over right now."

"Now...?" Percy hesitated. "Maybe it can wait."

"If you decide that you don't want to be public, the sooner you save face the better," Penelope advised sagely. She emphasized, "Every minute counts."

Percy felt like it could wait, but there was no harm in doing it right away. Nobody was close enough to them to overhear besides Penelope, and he didn't anticipate it being a hard conversation. Oliver was a reasonable person.

"Oliver!" He whisper shouted. The man in question looked up immediately, a confused grin on his face. Percy beckoned him over, and Oliver looked around as if there was someone else's attention that Percy would be trying to get. He did end up coming over fairly quickly, though. 

"What is it?" Oliver asked with concern as he reached the counter. 

"That video..." Percy began, watching as Oliver's confusion turned into a look of regret. "What gives?"

"I'm sorry," Oliver said sheepishly. "Do you want me to take it down? It was a joke."

Percy smiled understandingly. "I get it. But nobody else thinks it's a joke, if your comments are anything to base that off of."

"Basically a hard launch," Penelope chimed in with a nod, echoing her earlier words.

Percy rolled his eyes before leveling Oliver with an earnest gaze. "Did you intend to, y'know, let everybody on the internet know that we're dating?"

"We weren't even dating in that video, really," Oliver protested weakly.

Percy rubbed his temples. "Oliver."

"Maybe a little," Oliver confessed. "But there's plausible deniability! If that was my only intention, then I would've done something, much, much more obvious."

Penelope snorted. "It gets more obvious?"

It was times like these where Percy wondered why they were friends. He loved her, but... "What was your intention, then?"

"It's a great video!" Oliver defended. "Adorable, really. I had to post you just once! Like I said, I could take it down for you and..."

"S'fine," Percy mumbled, interrupting him. "It's nothing, right? I don't care if people know about us. Do you?"

Oliver swallowed and gazed intently at Percy, replying as if breathless, "Not at all."

"Please don't kiss," Penelope groaned.

Oliver laughed awkwardly, rubbing at his neck. "Why would we do that?"

Time went on and it was as though they had just gotten together. Oliver still flirted like Percy wasn't his boyfriend, kissed him like it was their first time, and looked at him as though he'd fallen in love at first sight. Percy, while he never said it out loud, enjoyed it, and he hoped Oliver understood that. He was never the tactile type, and it didn't automatically start with their relationship, but he did try. It was the only way he knew how to convey how Oliver made him feel — like a giddy virgin who'd never been touched who was in love with someone unobtainable. One might argue that that's what he was, but not anymore.

At times, he felt quite unworthy of someone like Oliver. People liked him. He was charming, attractive, uncannily nice, and at times he was funny. Percy, in contrast, was well... people would agree he was smart? Oliver insisted that he was funny, right stunning, crazy smart, and really all things good you could say about a person. Percy would argue that he was biased, but then that would raise the question of why he would be. They were dating, yes, but something about him must've attracted Oliver to begin with. He told himself this on every night not spent in Oliver's arms, which wasn't often. 

They took advantage of all the time they had together. Oliver was a common fixture in the library to the point where Irma noticed. He did end up going golfing with Percy, Penelope, and Penelope's family, and after the third ball ended up in the water, Dave conceded that while he had a good swing, his accuracy left much to be desired. Still, he was welcome to come around anytime, and Percy couldn't have imagined that working out any better. 

When he wasn't at Oliver's, he was at Penelope's and getting ready to go with Oliver. She was a lot of help, very supportive, and the teasing was kept at a minimum because in her own words, she was their #1 fan. She claimed they had a few, citing the comments on Oliver's videos, but that she was the biggest.

Percy didn't know about that one. After that skating video, Oliver had continued posting unrelated stuff on his account as though nothing had ever happened, despite them both agreeing that they didn't care who knew about them. The comments predictably had not gotten over the video, and after days of them not returning to normal, Oliver threw caution to the wind. With Percy's permission, he posted a slideshow much like the first one, except Percy's face was all in this one. Boy, did Oliver take pictures. There were a few candids (Percy couldn't believe it but he actually looked good in them), some photos of them kissing and hugging that had to have been taken by Penelope (Percy felt betrayed, he would've never posted anything like that), and some other inane pictures. The caption was simple: "#needthat #gotthat." Percy hated it but Oliver insisted that he paid homage to how everything started. That was the hard launch Penelope was looking for. 

The effect was immediate. Percy gained a few followers and people who were entirely too invested went feral in the comments, randoms and family members alike. He got a few calls, first from Charlie who congratulated them and slightly threatened Oliver, then from Ginny who stressed how lucky he was and how cute they were, then from his mother who had already known but one of those little brats back at home had shown her the video. His father, who was in the background, congratulated him and told him to be by soon. Bill, Fred, and George did end up texting him, but only a little about that and then mostly about unrelated stuff. 

For once in his life, Percy truly didn't have any complaints. That didn't last long, however, as a month passed quickly and Oliver was due to go back home soon. The week before Oliver left, Percy couldn't shake the feeling that he'd gone on a very long vacation and was due to leave the next night. That was literally the case for Oliver. 

If Percy spent a lot of time with Oliver before, he spent every second with him then. It was all he could do not to follow Oliver everywhere like a lost puppy, though he was sure that Oliver wouldn't mind as that was basically what he'd been doing for the past month. They went to sleep together every night that week; Oliver would give Percy a quick peck on the lips (sometimes it escalated, sometimes it didn't) and pull him in nice and close. With the way they slept, they practically shared their breaths and yet, Percy felt like Oliver was already gone. He was missing Oliver, but Oliver was right there, and wasn't that just a mood killer. It was like how Oliver felt when they were going to leave in London, except much, much worse.

Sometimes Oliver would notice, kissing him soft and passionately, whispering reassuring words. But Percy realized that it wasn't very fair to rely on Oliver to soothe his fears when he was probably feeling the same way. The fact of the matter was that Oliver was leaving, and no amount of comforting hugs was going to change that, so he'd best stop dampening the mood and enjoy it while it lasted.

The night before Oliver's flight, Percy stayed up all night. Oliver's breathing alerted him of the fact that they were both awake. Neither said a thing, but Percy ended up crying and Oliver kissed away his tears without any hesitation. When he'd calmed down, Oliver had drifted asleep while Percy stared up at the ceiling, replaying the entire summer in his mind. He'd liked it better when he didn't have the opportunity to get too attached.

In the morning, they sat around Oliver's open suitcase and Percy quietly helped Oliver pack his things. He'd already taken anything he'd left there back to Penelope's house. "You shouldn't have waited so long to pack," he chastised softly, fearing his voice might crack from the overwhelming emotions he was feeling.

"I like it when you're annoyed with me yet help anyway. It's so cute," Oliver smiled, brushing his knuckles against Percy's cheek.

That almost made Percy smile, which was obviously what Oliver intended, but it didn't quite work. With Oliver looking at him expectantly, he mustered a little upturning of his lips. "Do you have your toothbrush?"

"Oh, bollocks," Oliver cursed, scrambling to get his toothbrush from the bathroom. "You're absolutely right."

Percy watched him clumsily exit the room, giggles wracking his body. He had to stop himself before they turned into all out sobs and sighed to himself. This routine was getting tired. He quickly composed himself before Oliver came back. They'd just end up staring at each other pityingly before one of them broke, and that couldn't happen because Oliver had a flight to catch and Percy was going to make sure he was on time no matter how much he wanted him to stay.

When they were ready, they loaded Oliver's suitcases into the trunk. Well, more like Percy popped the trunk and Oliver did the heavy lifting. Percy would help, really, but they were a little heavy and weren't his suitcases. They got in the car, which Penelope's parents agreed to lend them for the occasion, and Percy drove them to the airport.

Upon arrival, Percy pulled into the drop off zone and immediately got out of the car. They'd have to make this quick.

He managed to keep his composure throughout the entire drive, but after Oliver retrieved his suitcases, he felt like crying all over again. He reminded himself that crying wouldn't erase the fact that Oliver had so much back home, and it definitely wouldn't cover the expenses for Oliver to stay any longer, but he still couldn't hold it in. With the tears flowing, he quickly hugged Oliver to conceal them, head nuzzling into Oliver's firm chest. It was for naught; Oliver could definitely tell what was happening, especially because that was one of the few times where Percy initiated their contact, but Percy stubbornly clung to Oliver's shirt. 

The honking of cars around him quickly reminded him where he was and Percy quickly tried to collect himself, remembering that he'd best get out of there soon before people got mad. He wished he'd went and parked in one of the free passenger drop off places, but Oliver was running a little behind for his flight and was moving like there wasn't a care in the world. 

Wiping his tears, Percy realized that Oliver hadn't hugged him back and was actually frozen in place. Percy didn't dwell on it; he was a little in shock too. 

"Well," he began, voice unsteady. He sniffled,"I guess this is it." Oliver merely stared at him, mouth slightly open as if wanting to say something but the sound wouldn't come out. Percy gave him grace. "Call me when you land, okay? Doesn't matter the time, here nor there. I'm actually going to miss you. And I'm trying not to cry, which you can probably see, but evidently that's not working and... yeah." He ran out of things to say and time was ticking. It didn't seem like Oliver was going to say anything, so he took a step forward to hasten the process. This would ultimately seal everything, no matter if Oliver chose to say anything or not. Before, he could come any closer, though, Oliver did apparently decide he had something to say.

Pulling Percy in by the waist so fast that the redhead momentarily lost his breath, Oliver blurted, "I love you," before hastily pressing a hard kiss on his lips. Now it was Percy's turn to be stunned into stillness. As Oliver's hands held Percy's face still whilst he peppered kisses anywhere he could reach, Percy was standing motionless, fresh hot tears stinging his eyes once more.

He didn't expect for them to be saying it so fast. Technically he said it first, that one time in London, but he felt like it didn't count. They'd only really been dating for a month, and yet, "I love you too, Ollie."

Seconds later, they took a step away from each other at the same time. "Blimey, Perce, I..."

Percy shook his head and averted his gaze, checking his watch. "You should really get going."

Oliver nodded, yet neither made any move to go anywhere. Percy knew that if it were really up to them, they wouldn't be moving for a while. But while they probably would be down to lend it to them again, Percy wasn't going to ask Penelope's parents for their car again and they'd spent all that time packing and being sad. Oliver needed to go, and Percy needed to help him.

Taking Oliver's hand, he squeezed and took one step back, then two, then three until he was walking to the driver's side, Oliver watching him go.

"Go," he urged before closing the car door, his voice breaking with volume. Dramatic, but he couldn't help it. In his mirrors, he saw Oliver slowly look away before collecting his things, wheeling them to the airport entrance. He threw a final glance over his shoulder, but he didn't run back to the car or do anything dramatic like Percy was secretly hoping.

As Oliver disappeared from sight, Percy sighed and took off. 

When he arrived at Penelope's, she was there waiting for him, a cardigan wrapped around her body and blinking blearily as if just having woken up. Upon seeing his state, though, she rushed to him and brought him up to his room where he ended up silently crying himself to sleep despite her insistence that he let it all out. He wasn't going to start wailing.

He was just tired, sad, and his eyes were raw, heavy and burning. The Egyptian cotton comforter was so soft...

Blinking his eyes open, it took a moment for Percy to adjust to the light in the empty room. He loudly exhaled as his brain slowly registered the disturbance to his sleep. He did not want to be awake. 

Feeling around lethargically, he picked up his vibrating phone without a second thought, but it was too late. He watched as the voicemail came in.

"I've landed just now," Oliver's voice sounded, soft and mellifluous. "You're probably sleeping; I know you didn't sleep much last night so I'll let you rest, but... call me. I miss you and I love you."

Percy buried his face in his pillow with a groan. So many emotions...