Talking with fish was the best thing Percy could do. I mean, when it came you asking you out.

The past four years, throughout painstaking quests and the Battle of Manhattan, he’s been purely head over heels. He rejected immortality for you! Talking to you was practically impossible, as he’d become a stuttering and flirty mess. His knees would get weak, riptide suddenly feeling heavy in his pocket. Even his clothes felt too heavy for him.

After winning the Battle of Manhattan, his mindset changed to: they’d go out with me, I mean, I’m a hero! So, he’d gathered the courage to ask you out.

Now, he’s conversing with a fish near the dock, trying to figure out how to ask you out. Almost falling off when he felt your hand on his shoulder.

Crap.

”You’re screwed,” The trout conversed with Percy, only being able to understand him.

”Scram!” Percy communicated with the fish telepathically. The trout retreated, as Percy’s eyes trailed to you, his cheeks turning bright red.