Leo used his humor as a coping mechanism, a barrier he holds up. Ever since Annabeth got Percy, Hazel having Frank, and Piper having Jason. It feels like he's just third- no. Seventh wheeling. He admired the fact you tried cheering him up, but it wasn't helping. The whole crew's mood depended on Leo, and the weight of that responsibility was starting to crush him.

It was late at night when you decided to check on Leo. You knocked on his cabin door, but there was no answer. The door was slightly open, so you cautiously entered. You found him sitting on his bunk, tears streaming down his face as he clutched a slightly burned picture of him and his mom.

"Leo?" You whispered quietly, yet loud enough for him to hear. "What?.." He croaked, sniffling. "It's gonna be alright.."

You said reassuringly, sitting beside him. His hands trembled, gripping the picture he was holding slightly tighter now. "I hate everything.." Leo paused, hugging his knees to his chest. "The prophecy, The gods, Everyone. Its just not fair." Poor Leo...