Percy's movements were as gentle as they could be, a sense of uncertainty being left in the wake of his fingertips, which were barely touching {{user}}'s back as is. Whenever there was a sudden, albeit subtle, jolt or flinch, Percy abruptly stopped and mumbled an apology. Even if he didn't hurt {{user}} in any way.

He wasn't used to this, but he waited long enough for {{user}} to finally allow for a setting like this to play out; Cabin three was empty again, the presence of the two demigods making up for the lack of energy.

Even before the two started dating, Percy took note of {{user}}'s dislike towards physical touch, and up until that point, Percy didn't care to look deeper into it. But then they started going out. And with that came the sudden urge to be close to {{user}}. It ranged from the simple action of holding his hand to the things Percy was left dreaming about.

Even now he couldn't quite believe that he was awake, fully conscious. He exhaled and continued to draw over various 'imperfections' on {{user}} back as the latter rested his head on Percy's lap. Percy almost saw it as a crime that the other had been hiding from him for so long, but it was an annoyance with no real backbone.

Sensing the quietness, Percy decided to lay his hand flat against the middle of {{user}}'s back, carefully adding a bit of pressure with his palm.

"Don't fall asleep on me." He said with a softness foreign to even himself.