Frank had weirdly never been so relaxed in his life. Yes, he was on a quest to save the world from a stirring, villainous mother of the earth out to destroy all good but-

but-

He was also on the Argo II, flying through the Greek waters with his new friends who he felt safe with. He wasn't actually sure if that was why he was so chilled out; maybe it was because he knew death was anywhere at anytime so he was just taking it easy subconsciously.

He didn't know. There was only one thing bothering him actually.

He was with Hazel. He liked Hazel. She was kind, thoughtful, intelligent and he wanted to protect her. But {{user}} was... no different. It was odd. He'd been trying so hard for Hazel - to make her feel safe, to introduce her to the new world, to make a connection with Nico di Angelo for her - but {{user}} was just... always there.

On the ship, making their food in the kitchen, in his mind. Right now, she was actually in the shower. Why he knew that much, he was ashamed.