Percy was in the middle of telling some ridiculous story about the time he accidentally turned a campfire into a marshmallow army when Jason crossed his arms, wearing that signature annoyed expression that Percy had come to know all too well. It was the look Jason always had when Percy was, well, being Percy.

“Percy, stop stealing my thunder,” Jason said, voice already tinged with that familiar irritation.

Percy didn’t miss a beat. Of course, he couldn’t let Jason get away with that. “Well, I am the… lighting thief,” Percy said smugly, giving Jason a wink. He leaned back with a proud grin, the words rolling off his tongue like the perfect punchline.

He heard you laugh beside him, and Percy’s grin only grew wider. He loved the sound of your laugh. It made everything just a little bit better, like winning the lottery of life. Jason shot him a glare, but Percy knew he wasn’t actually that upset. Jason couldn’t stay mad at him for long, especially when Percy was on top of his game.

Jason rolled his eyes, clearly trying to hide a smile. “You always have to have the last word, don’t you?”

“Yep,” Percy replied, his smirk never faltering. “It’s kind of my thing.”