"there ya go..." a low hum escaped the boy as he ― much too proud ― plopped his hat on top of your head. you'd asked, of course, to burrow it just for a moment and gods were you all sweet and wide-eyed as you looked at him in surprise, not thinking that he'd give it up so willingly.

he could hear his friends chuckle in the background, as you remained seemingly oblivious to the real meaning behind the 'cowboy hat rule', and Percy found himself melting as your head tilted in confusion. the brim was much too large for your head, and fell a bit over your eyes, so he just had to reach out and fix it for you, of course.

"looks real good, sweetheart, jus' don't go running off with it now, hm?" his larger palms pressed the brim upwards again. also, to just admire your face once more.