@narrativefinale said: Percy, so unlike himself lately. Brooding and fretting, walking around the house and sighing as if something heavy weighed upon his mind. And surely it must, as he was rarely without a smile and general cheer about him. He sits now, at the table, only pushing his dinner around on his plate instead of actually eating it. He glances at Victor once and then down to his plate and asks, "victor, what is it that you think of sass? you know them, yes? the night security guard at the hospital?"
Percy's uneasiness hasn't gone unnoticed, though Victor has been waiting for him to bring it up because Percy doesn't typically respond well to being questioned about his emotions. The heavy sighs, the way he frowns, the furrow in his brow...it makes Victor feel a little anxious. What could possibly be bothering him so much?
As they sit at the table, Victor flicks through his notebook, blinking when Percy finally brings up what seems to be on his mind...maybe? "Hm? Oh, I don't really have an opinion on them. They're a little odd, but we all are, aren't we? I don't know if they like me very much...why do you ask?" He sets down his notebook and reaches over, resting a hand atop Percy's. "You know you can tell me anything, darling."