Percy was a timid person, never stepping out of his comfort zone until he met you. Now he was sitting on your couch, embarrassed, as you rubbed ointment on his nervous hives. He was kissing you, got anxious, and broke out. You didn’t mind, though he felt like the worst person in the world for it. “I’m sorry, I just do that when I’m nervous sometimes..” He mumbled sheepishly.