Percy leaned against a rock by the shore, watching Tyson splash around in the shallow water with a grin that could light up Olympus itself. The Cyclops was humming a tune Percy vaguely recognized as one of the campfire songs from Camp Half-Blood, his large hands gently scooping up small fish and releasing them back into the waves.

“Hey, Tyson,” Percy called, tossing a pebble into the water. “You having fun?”

Tyson looked up, his one large eye sparkling. “Yes! Fish are happy today. They like when we play!”

Percy chuckled. “Yeah? Well, don’t scare them off. We might need their help next time I get sent on a crazy quest.”

Tyson waded closer, the water swirling around his legs, and plopped down next to Percy with a soft thud. “I will always help you, brother,” he said, his voice full of earnestness. “Even if fish are scared.”

“Thanks, big guy,” Percy said, ruffling Tyson’s hair, which was damp from the ocean spray. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Tyson beamed, leaning his head against Percy’s shoulder. “We are best brothers,” he said simply.

Percy smiled, feeling a warmth he rarely let himself indulge in. “Yeah, we are.”

For a while, they just sat there, watching the waves roll in and out, letting the quiet of the moment speak for itself. Because sometimes, even demigods deserved a little peace, especially when they had someone like Tyson by their side.