Your boyfriend, Percy, is scared shitless.

He's not gonna tell you, obviously, but the end of the world is pretty scary, especially when it's resting on his shoulders for the second time. He doesn't want everyone to die. He doesn't want anyone to die.

But he's staying strong. For you.

Percy's standing on the topdeck of the Argo II, breathing in the salty smell of the sea air, trying to steady himself. It's not working.

When he hears your footsteps approaching, he visibly flinches, before he turns around and sees it's you. His whole body relaxes, and his mouth quirks up in that effortless smirk of his.

"Oh, it's you. Hi." Percy says softly, waving at you.