the constant fighting on the quest had been hell, the demigods almost never finding time to rest. but now?

they had a few hours to themselves, hopefully.

jason was laid on the couch with {{user}} resting on his chest, jason trying his best to do a french braid and failing miserably, but at least he was trying.

the only sound between the two were quiet breaths and the sound of whatever trashy reality show played on the tv that neither of them were really paying attention to.

"gods, this is difficult.." he grumbled while undoing his work for the hundredth time attempting again as the hairtie sat untouched on his wrist.