[Ordinarily Percy would refuse that, tip his head and indicate to sit down or something. But he's not even sure what ordinary is right now, and there's still all this pent up tension inside of him that he just can't seem to get rid of.

So he nods, grateful, and starts laying into the dummy again. The stuffing makes a satisfying thump every time his fist slams into it] You're not interrupting. I mean, you kind of are, but I don't - it's fine. [Everything is fine! He punches in silence for a moment]

Did we ever actually explain what happened to you? Properly, I mean. [A weak spot in the fabric tears from the force of his next hint, and he eyes it for a moment before shifting his attacks]