It had been some time since Red had seen Percy. He tended to avoid the hybrid these days, rather than seek him out. Ever since the revelation that he and Percy had basically been manufactured for each other, Red didn’t know what to think of him. He had no way of knowing if how he felt was real or not, and he’d had a hard time coming to terms with those feelings in the first place. Looking at Percy just hurt now, a reminder of what he’d lost, of what he might’ve never actually had. If their entire relationship was based on a lie, were they even anything anymore?
However, despite his distance, that didn’t stop Percy from continuing to reach out to him, and sometimes it wore Red down. It was a different Red that let Percy into his apartment now, though. He didn’t flirt, he didn’t try to get into Percy’s pants, he didn’t try to trick the hybrid into staying later.
“She can smell your cat on you,” he stated the obvious as he watched Stray rub her face and body against Percy’s legs. “You thirsty?” He headed for the kitchen.