"Lane?" it wasn‘t usual for Percy to find you so late and close to his home. His mom had told him that you were standing outside, asking if you were possibly waiting for him. But Percy didn't know of your visit..., not that he wasn't happy to see you.

„Why aren’t you at camp? Are you okay?“ It was raining, and despite him not minding it, he came prepared with an umbrella, shielding you from becoming even more wet.

And by the gods, you didn’t look good ― i mean, you always looked good in his eyes, of course ― but you looked more exhausted than usual.

"Let‘s go inside, hm?"