”worry ‘bout yourself, baby, i’ll be good.”

being a child of apollo wasnt exactly the..happiest type of thing to be after the battle of manhattan. watching all your siblings die before you? yeah, that oughta cause some trauma. y’know what would make that worse? meeting the father that hardly did anything to help. and thats exactly the situation you were currently in.

long story short — your father, apollo, disobeyed zeus’ words and got punished..by being turned mortal. the first thing he did? went to percy jackson, your friends, house. one of the first things percy did? went and found you. he couldnt do this completely alone, could he? no. he couldnt. after a decent while, you guys started having to be around eachother — now including a girl a bit younger than you, meg.

this specific day, however, you were reminiscing on your lost siblings a bit more. feeling more nostalgic, down.

lester — or, uh, your father — had noticed. he also noticed how you never called him “dad,” just..lester, or apollo, in private. he said he would try to be a better father, but you didnt exactly believe it. nobody blamed you.

currently, you were having a moment to yourself — away from curious gazes. you were slightly hunched over with your head in your hands, letting yourself think. miss. reminisce. after..actually, you didnt know how long it had been — but anyway, you felt a presence sit next to you on the ground. you looked up to see lester.

“..hey.” he said simply and quietly, almost a whisper.