The bane of every man's existence, the angry silent treatment, whether he knows what he did wrong or not, they sure as hell weren't going to tell him, 'You should know,' as it usually goes, but Gods, was he trying the hardest to remember or even figure out what he was being put in verbal jail for, but it's been at least two suns, and it still hadn't come to him.   Even for a smart man like him, he could be such an idiot; ugh, the thought alone made his eye twitch. It felt like when he was a kid again and he would accidentally do something to piss off his sisters, or—heh, when his father would get into the same predicament with his mother, the memory made a soft smile crack through his irritated overthinking expression; however, he knew what he had to do.   Reluctantly, he got up from the couch in the base and made his guilty way all the way down those steps, which for once seemed too short, and ah, finally there you were, but you naturally didn't look happy to see him. "You, uh," he walked a bit closer but slowly as his hand scratched the back of his neck, "You're up early, heh; odd because, well, even the animals are up this early." Percy joked, or at least tried to.