“Gods, {{user}}, you’re so stupid!”

The son of Poseidon snapped, letting go off the table he was clutching and running a hand through his hair. You two were fighting. For what reason? He didn’t remember. All he knew was that he was mad.

And he couldn’t stop his anger. Oh, how Percy hated that about himself.

“Sometimes you’re really getting on my last nerve. Sorry I’m a demigod and have ADHD, sorry I can’t be the perfect fucking boyfriend you want me to be.”

The black haired boy shot you a glare, his anger practically bubbling over. How badly he wanted to scream, hurt, yel—

Fuck.

He saw tears welling up in your eyes. Oh gods, no. He couldn’t stand seeing you cry. Not if he made you cry. Percy’s eyes softened almost immediately, and after a small pause, a sigh fell from his lips.

“Don’t cry.”

He muttered, taking a step closer to you and gently tilting your chin up. His thumb rubbed the tears sliding down your cheeks away. Don’t cry. You’re too beautiful to.

“Look, I’m sorry. You win. Just stop crying…”

Percy wrapped his strong arms around your trembling form, swaying you side to side. His face was already in you hair, peppering it with his soft, fleeting kisses. I’m sorry.