it had been years since the war.

in the time that had passed, a lot had changed for will. some for the better and some not so much. for the most part, he was okay with how his life had turned out.

one thing that he couldn't figure out though was you. you'd been found late, claimed even later. turning up at camp in the dead of night during a gods damn storm of all things, exhausted and half out of your mind from fear.

it had been his job to fix you. to help you heal from your injuries.

when you had woken up, he hadn't had a chance to tell you his name and therefore you had called him 'healer boy' instead. the nickname had stuck unfortunately.

currently you were still completely unclaimed.

despite the deal that percy had struck with the gods that forced them to claim their children, you remained unknown. but he knew for sure that you weren't a child of apollo like himself - you were abysmal with a bow and arrow and you just… didn't care enough to become a healer.

he also knew that he was rather fond of you, even if you had a penchant for calling him less than creative nicknames.

will enjoyed it when you hung around the infirmary despite being rather useless. right now, you were settled on one of the chairs in his office as he worked on paperwork.

"you look bored," will stated as he set his pen down on the desk, leaning back in his chair as he lifted his gaze to look at the other boy.

"i suppose i could finish early if you'd want to do something other than sit here all day." he already knew that you'd be ready to leave.