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Percy looks like hell when he walks in. Well, that isn't quite true; Percy looks extraordinary and handsome in his neat and tidy navy robes. But it goes beyond that. Oliver can see the pink that rims his eyes beneath his glasses, and the way the whites of his eyes are almost bloodshot.
"Welcome home," Oliver says, and his boyfriend just sneezes in response. "Sounds like you've caught something."
Percy waves a dismissive hand, because of course he does. Stubborn as he is, Percy will never actually admit to being sick, even when it's clear as day. Really, it's equally funny and irritating, given his habit of bullying everyone into taking potions at the first sign of sickness. Oliver wonders why Percy is always so hesitant to take care of himself, because he knows his boyfriend's concern for others is genuine. Why can't he treat himself with that same care and concern?
Oliver doesn't wait for permission. He grabs Percy's hand, pulling him down the hallway and into their bedroom. "Don't even think of arguing," he says firmly, releasing Percy's hand so he can arrange the pillows.
"You're being ridiculous."
"Nope. That's you. I don't care if it's just a cold, you idiot. Let me take care of you."
Percy huffs, his cheeks burning such a dark red that the color swallows up his freckles. He's cute when he's flustered. "I am not an idiot!"
"Then do the smart thing and get in bed."
Another huff, but the fight seems to fade. With a heavy sigh, Percy climbs into bed, adjusting his glasses. "I don't think this is really necessary, Oliver."
"You'd do the same for me, and you know it," Oliver points out.
Hell, Percy has done the same for him. Oliver can't even have a little sniffle without Percy jumping into action. It's about time Percy allows himself to receive a little love and care while sick. It's only fair.
"Yeah… You're right."
It isn't often that Percy says those words. They've been together for nearly three years, and close friends for another five, and Oliver can count on one hand the number of times Percy has called him right.
"Good boy," he says, kissing his boyfriend's forehead. "I'll fix some soup and Fire Call your mum to see if she has any extra Pepperup Potion."
He hates that Percy is sick. Really, he'd give anything to make him feel better again. For now, though, he is just glad Percy is letting Oliver take care of him. It's a small step, but it is enough.