it was ... very late. Percy knew that you were probably sleeping, hell, he would've been sleeping himself, if it wasn't for the aching of his limbs, and his ― now dried ― bloodied nose.

he didn't even care about changing out of his spider suit, didn't think that you would really mind him crawling up your apartment building as he ― as silently as he could ― opened your window with a slight exhausted grunt. he made a mental note then, to scold you later about how easy it would actually be for some stranger to break into your room at night (not that he was using said fact to his own advantage right now or anything...)

"shit―," something fell to the floor, broke, and Percy just let himself ungracefully fall over the windowsill and onto your ― not carpeted, great, and rather hard ― floor. "oof."

if you weren't awake before, you surely were now...