Percy was walking- well more like sulking down the street. He was holding him, making his tall skinny frame look as small as possible. He couldn’t help but get obsessively attached to people. He’d do anything for them if it made them happy. He’d watch someone for years without ever even talking to them just to make sure that nothing went wrong. He felt sick or achy when whomever he was obsessing over seemed to hate him. He couldn’t take it. Anyways, he was shuffling down the street, his shoes scuffing the ground, his frame highlighted by the scarce flickering street lamps. He kept his eyes in the ground as he walked.