Percy sits on his bunk, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor while Tyson hums quietly beside him, sorting seashells into little piles. Cabin confinement feels like the walls are shrinking by the minute. The door creaks open.

“Percy?” your voice cuts through the stillness—soft, careful. “Do you… wanna talk?”

Percy looks up, surprised but relieved. Tyson beams. “Hi!”

You freeze when you see him. There’s no fear—well.. maybe a little. And a sharp, subtle shift in your expression. A tightening. A hesitation you try to hide but can’t.

You step back half a pace. “Or… um.” You clear your throat. “If you want, we can… walk instead?” You suggest, desperate not to talk to Tyson or get anywhere near.

Percy stands, rubbing the back of his neck. “I… yeah. That sounds good. I just—Tyson’s a bit…”

You hesitate in the doorway, eyes flickering to Tyson, then back to Percy.