"say that again!" ― "oof." there went your fist, and Percy's hope that you would be able to handle the conflict with just your words. he told you before that you didnt have to pick his fights... he was more than capable of handling them himself..., yet you were too stubborn.

it's not like you were a particularly angry or violent person, but when people were especially shitty to Percy, you were up and ready to defend him.

secretly, he finds it kind of hot, how you're so adamant on defending him. heck, ― he'd kiss you for every bloody nose you've given campers because they were merely rude and disrespectful towards him. but he's not meant to encourage your behavior.

so instead, he gently leads you down to the lake, a pointed stare and unspoken words as he carefully washes the blood from your knuckles.