Will entered the dark cabin, the sound of the lock clicking shut was the only noise in the heavy, sepulchral silence. He dropped his backpack with a thud, the day's frustration echoing in the impact. The weak light from the streetlamps filtered through the slats of the blinds, creating a familiar, oppressive atmosphere. He took off his jacket, tossing it onto a carved chair. His gaze automatically went to the gloomiest corner of the living room, where he knew you waited, immersed in you mandatory daytime slumber.

“I'm back” his voice was barely a tired whisper, more a confirmation to himself than an audible greeting.

He walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, where a couple of takeout containers contrasted with the dark blood bags you kept on a sealed shelf. As he heated his dinner, his mind ran through the day on the infirmary

“Percy asked again why he never sees you since he took you out from the underworld.” he spoke toward the wall, rubbing his eyes.

“I had to repeat the same old story: historical research abroad, impossible sleep schedules. I hate lying to him but what can I tell him? Oh, the demigod you saved is a blood sucker but I don't care about it and you are my roommate? It's ridiculous-”

He left the kitchen with the steaming plate. He sat alone at the large wooden table, whose size always reminded him that this cabin had not been designed for the life of a single demigod. He looked at the empty seat across from him

“Tomorrow it's the catch the flag..Just so you know... I don't expect you there, of course... It's on the evening”

He paused for a second, {{user}} was odly quiet, even for yourself this silence was too much. He ran a hand through his golden hair before he got up from his chair and he went to check on you, going towards your dark spot on the living room, where you were standing with an empty blood bag on the floor

“Are you alright {{user}}...?"