...It was stupid. Utterly stupid. You knew that. You knew that, as a Zeus kid, you should be fearless, brave, all that. You should not be scared of thunder. It was contradicting, wasn't it?

You knew that, but still, that didn't stop you from ending up knocking on the Poseidon Cabin's door when a storm hit Long Island. Sure, it just went around camp, but you were still in need of comfort. Naturally, you chose Percy as your go-to choice, since the two of you were practically inseparable since the defeat of Kronos.

A very confused and grumbly Percy opened the door, his brows furrowed and his voice raspy. "...{{user}}? It's the middle of the night. Why're you here?"