jason grace was having one of those days.

he was stressed and tired and everything that could’ve gone wrong went wrong. not only that, but he was supposed to head back to camp jupiter in two days.

he both despised and loved travelling between the two camps. for one, he had friends at both, people he longed to see and laugh with. but nothing compared to being torn apart by two places, to loving both so greatly he dreaded leaving each time, knowing he would miss the other.

and it threw him off balance. at camp half blood he was laid back, more relaxed and friendly. he grew out his hair, didn’t have to command anyone. then he had to go back to being the perfect praetor, commanding a camp and making hard decisions.

jason had gone to the pier, needing to be alone. he was pent up with restless energy and frustration, which manifested itself in the thunder and lightning crackling overhead, threatening to split the sky.

he heard steps and turned to find you at the beginning of the pier.

“i’m not in the mood,” he sighed, trying to be polite. he didn’t want to hurt you.