I don't know what I'm going to do with this chapter, I'll just go where it takes me really.
And finally, he's here, at 5 minutes to midnight, worn and sleepy, eyes dull and glazed with stress and lack of sleep.
"Percy."
He spins suddenly to face me. He looks as if he'll snap, but he just sighs and sits on his bed.
"What do you want, Oliver."
"You to acknowledge my existence! Percy, you've been giving me nothing for weeks. I'm sick of not talking, I'm sick you avoiding me, I'm sick of all of this. Just tell me what this is."
"I think it's perfectly clear what's going on."
"Not to me! What do you want me to do Percy! Tell me what this is."
"Does it really need saying?"
His voice is wavering slightly. I don't know what to make of it.
"Oliver. I don't know what you want from me. An apology? Some bollocks about how I didn't mean it? Because I might not have been in my right mind, but I meant it, and I'm not sorry. I can't be sorry for it. And I get it, you don't 'like' me, or any of that. I'm a big boy, I'll get over it."
Oh that bastard. That complete and utter bloody bastard. Of course he's got it all backwards. Doesn't he... wait, no, I should probably be saying this out loud.
"Trust you to get it all the wrong way around."
I cross the room, and sit down on the bed next to him, and I look into those eyes for the first time in weeks. They're confused, and tired, and so hurt and I just want him to stop looking like that. So I take a chance, and I kiss him.
He's warm, and his lips are slightly rough, and he's nothing like anything I've ever known before. Because he's a boy.
No. Because he's Percy.
I'm kissing Percy.
It feels like coming home.
He pulls away, shaking slightly and looking scared.
"What was that?"
I shrug. I don't really know how to answer.
"Oliver, if you're going to do that, you've got to mean it."
"I mean it."
He nods slightly, and then we're kissing again. It's lazy, and slow, and pretty cliche if I'm honest, but it's nice. There's a lot of feelings there, years of them.
It was worth the wait.