"you can't lay like that."you glance up from your laying position, then sitting up against the pillows. percy frowns. "like what? what's so wrong with this?"

"you'll drool all over my head!"

"excuse you, no I will not."

"you did last time!"

he is in defeat. you had been right about that, the last time he said he wouldn't he ended up doing it anyways but unconscious and unaware of his doings. he had woken up to a punch in the chest and that hurt for two days after.

"so then how do you want to lay? on separate sides of the bed like we hate each other?"

"no," you extend your arms and beckon him over. "lay in my arms."

he doesn't fight this, instantly rushing to wrap his arms around your frame while yours do similar. though now that he's tucked in your chest you realize perhaps he would still drool all over your shirt.

you tug his hair violently. he winces and complains in response.

"what was that for? I wasn't even drooling- I wasn't even asleep!"

"you're going to though! and then what, my shirt is soaked?"

he places his head back under your chin. "awww, then I guess you'll have to take your shirt off..."