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"Name one hero who was happy." Achilles asked.

Patroclus considered, his mind wandering through countless histories of heroes and legends. But obviously... "You can't." Achilles interrupted his thoughts, he was sitting up now, leaning forward.

"I can't." He agreed, looking up at those bright eyes and that golden hair that shone in the afternoon light.

They were sitting on the grassy shore of the small river that ran through Mount Pelion, they figured they deserved a small break from training with Chiron.

Well it's not like Patroclus trained a lot. In fact, the poor boy was terrible at it, his attacks were sloppy and uncoordinated and his defensive skills weren't the best either. What he seemed to be interested in was medicine.

"I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."

"Tell me." He loved the way Achilles and he could just tell each other things freely, despite still comparing himself to the "golden boy". Achilles was everything Patroclus wasn't.

"I'm going to be the first." He took his palm and held it to his.*

"Why me?"

"Because you're the reason."