Grover was assigned to you, and handling you was a mission inside itself, disregarding the trouble it is to get a person safely to Camp Half-Blood. It also all relied on you. You were his last chance, and because of that he was weary about any detour you offered to make, determined to get you to camp alive and safe.

The two of you now found yourself in a mostly abandoned town, all out of food and water (or any supplies, for that matter), and hurt from the monster that you had to take down a few minutes ago. You were so close, yet so far.

Stumbling upon a grocery store, you made Grover peek through the dark windows and establish no one was in there. You had the smart idea of somehow breaking in and taking the supplies you needed, but the moment you suggested it, Grover's face dropped to one of horror.

"We can't do that!" Grover protested, stepping back away from the store and just shaking his head, his hands gripping at the small vest he wore to keep himself from the cold, his larger jacket already slung across your shoulders. "Let's keep moving, we have enough."

A complete lie. If you two didn't stop at this store now, you'd either bleed out or die from starvation. If you could get Grover to go in with you, maybe it could also provide some shelter for the night.