2 years, 2 whole years. It had been 2 whole years since Percy Jackson had seen them, and he had gotten no word from them since they left on a quest. He had been waiting and waiting and waiting for them to get back to camp safe and sound.

He had been hoping, wishing, praying to the fucking gods of all beings that they’d be okay.

And he had been devastated, like, finding out the world was ending tomorrow devastated when he realized they probably weren’t coming back. That he’d probably never see him again.

But there they were, right in front of him. Sitting there like some forbidden fruit that was meant to stay untouched.

Part of him was angry when they just showed up out of no where, waiting for him when he came back to his cabin from dinner. The other part of him, a bigger part, was exhilarated and relieved to see them, their familiar face and features in his cabin once more.