You had left camp after summer. Your mortal parent came to pick you up from Camp Half-blood, and you left for the winter and spring.

When you returned, months later, Darien was waiting at the large pine tree on half-blood hill.

Stepping out for the car, you saw him, a smile lighting up on your face.

Darien ran to hug you, picking you up and swinging you around, a happy smile on his face. "I missed you." He mumbled, an expression somewhere between shame and affection on his face.