He was just sitting there. It had been three months, and he was still there.

Leo sat next to you on the couch, his eyes stuck on you as you zoned out while 'watching' TV. You had his Camp Half-Blood bead necklace in hand, playing with it to calm your nerves.

A death that had certainly cost you, your best friend and loved one. He hasn't left your side since the explosion; Maybe it was the grief causing hallucinations, still he was more comforting rather than unsettling.

"You need to eat." He whispered gently, looking at her with those warm brown eyes. He was watching over you, reminding you to sleep and drink water, helping you cope. It was almost funny, in a tragic kind of way.