percy was utterly confused.

after an entire year of radio silence from you, you suddenly appeared at his school, rescued him from monster attack, and whisked him back to camp half-blood.

to top it all off, the goddesses in the magical cab that brought you here mentioned that you dreamed of him, and called him your boyfriend.

he couldn’t wrap his head around it. with no way to contact you—either you lived far or at camp—he was left with nothing but a flimsy little picture of yourself that you’d sent him, one that he secretly stared at all day, every day.

but he discovered iris messaging, a way in the greek world to contact people without modern technology. you knew, and yet you hadn’t even used it.

“wait a minute,” percy said, standing on the front porch of his cabin, his expression shifting from confusion to realization. “you said you spent your last drachma to pay for my cab fair, that means you had at least two.”

he gazed down at you, his brows scrunched together as he started to realize that you could’ve spoke to him this entire time, having an extra drachma to pay for an iris message.

“this whole year, why didn’t you reach out?” he asked.