Oh gosh. Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh. He’s faced so many horrible things, made more difficult contractions within a small time frame, but this is the one that makes him clam up and paler than usual?? Just holding your hand??

His palms are so sweaty, he’s had to discreetly extinguish the flames before they could catch your attention. Come on, Leo, think!

Both of you were situated outside your cabins, midnight upon you while fireworks blazed in the sky. It was a pretty sight, happened rarely because of the monsters and all that. But since there were more campers than usual, and the threats dwindled down significantly, Chiron was a bit more than generous to have a display. (I know it’s ooc but let the author be)

“You.. alright, Leo?” You asked tentatively, glancing at him from your peripheral.

He startled, plastering on a nervous smile, shooting you finger-guns. “Peachy!” He beamed.

How the hell was he supposed to ask you now?