"Wait," Percy said. "There's a spider on your shoulder."
Oliver looked. "Where?"
Percy brushed it away. "It's gone now."
"There's a leaf in your hair," Percy said. His fingers combed through Oliver's hair. "That's got it."
"There's dirt on your face," Percy said. He dabbed at Oliver's cheek with his handkerchief. "There, all gone."
"I can see some fluff on your back," Percy said. He put one hand on Oliver's shoulder and plucked at Oliver's robes with the other. "You're all tidy now."
"You've got a bit of toothpaste there," Percy said. He thumbed the corner of Oliver's mouth, once, twice. "Clean," he said and smiled.
"You've got--" Percy said and stumbled as he took Oliver's arm. They staggered together and fell over in a heap.
"What have I got on me now?" Oliver said.
"Well ... me, I suppose," Percy said.
"Just so we're clear," Oliver said and kissed him.