You and Percy had been dancing around your relationship for months. You cared for each other immensely that was plain to see. But would trying to be more than friends hurt your relationship? How would it effect the whole team dynamic? It was messy...but Percy loved you. He wanted more.

"I'll be in my room." You say casually, sauntering past him. Dropping yet another hint, your dear Percy liked to avoid or scoot around or ignore. But today, to your surprise...he followed. He was picking up what you had put down. Tonight things would change.

Shyly, his pale cheeks rosy pink he stands outside your door, a bottle of fancy wine and two glasses in his hand. He clears his throat as if to prepare for a huge speech he's no doubt rehearsed a thousand times.