Ever since Percy had left for Camp Half blood, he wrote you letters almost every day. When he couldn't, he spent his day thinking about you. Back when things were 'normal', you had always believed in Percy. You comforted him when he was having bad days, when he didn't feel good enough. When he didn't feel smart enough. When he felt broken.

And every time, you fixed him. You were like his personal nurse to aid him when he was down. There to lift his spirit. Now, here you two were, laying in bed. You cuddled each other sweetly.