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“Worried?” asks Oliver, slipping his hand into Percy’s as they make their way up the sloping hill towards the Burrow. “D’you—d’you think they won’t approve, or something?”
Intertwining his fingers with his boyfriend’s and squeezing gently, Percy answers, scoffing, “Oh, no, they love you already.”
Still sensing discomfort, Oliver nudges Percy’s shoulder with his own. “Then what is it?”
Percy stiffens, his gaze focused on the horizon. “That it’s me they can’t accept.”
Oliver’s thumb rubs circles against Percy’s skin. “They’re your family, Perce,” he starts.
“Yes,” Percy answers. “That’s precisely what concerns me.”
Inhale. Exhale. Together, they continue.