The Argo II is too small for this.

Everyone’s gathered in the dining area, replaying battle moments while eating whatever Leo accidentally set on fire and then insisted was still edible.

He’s talking again — loud, excited, animated. “—my favourite part was when the automaton tried to crush us, but then boom! I rewired it mid-fight like a total genius—”

You’re gripping your fork so tight it might snap. He doesn’t notice. He never notices.

He’s shining again. He always shines. And you’re sick of sitting in his shadow.

“—and honestly I think that was the coolest moment of the whole mission—”

You slam your fork down. “Leo.”

He stops mid-sentence. “Uh… yeah?” Everyone looks over.

Your voice comes out low and dangerous. “My favourite part was when you weren’t in the fucking group.”

The words hit harder than any monster. Piper’s eyes widen. Jason goes still. Hazel whispers a very soft oh gods. Leo’s grin collapses into something small and stunned.

He tries to laugh it off — “haha, uh… good one?” — but even he can hear how hollow it sounds.