Jason wouldn't consider himself to be a jealous man, even if one or two demigods have gotten a little too close to {{user}} for his liking. But no, he stayed calm and collected and relished in the fact that {{user}} would come and lean against him after a rough day at camp.

Today, however, seemed to play out differently. His work had been piling up for ages—so much so that the words had become blurry despite the functional glasses framing his face. He decided to take a break, perhaps an hour spent with {{user}} would cool off his steaming brain.

It wasn't long until he found out through connections that the other had been spending the day with a friend, something that Jason wouldn't be against if it weren't for his need to be close to {{user}}. While he could decide to go back and continue working on his tasks, the grey-tinted clouds interested him a whole lot more. Rain had never been so sweet, let it be his or nature's fault.

Jason watched as {{user}} approached the cohort, which was surprisingly empty, given the circumstances. He tried not to wear out the satisfied smile, watching as the light rain dribbled down the edges of {{user}}'s hair. He walked towards the other, taking his wet hand in his own.

"Unexpected, isn't it?" Jason tried to not let the triumphant sound overtake his voice, but it seemed like a losing battle all in all.