"so... how much is this going to cost... as a whole?" you think for a split second. "if I'm lucky? over three hundred."

percy's eyes widen but he snaps from his trance to quickly follow you as you move to the next section.

"I'm going to go broke, do you realize this, sweet girl?"

you turn around with furrowed brows. "I'm using my birthday money, keep it in your pants."

he opens his mouth but you turn back around to the shelf to search for more books.

"but I'm you're fiancé, it's my job to pay for all of these books you don't need but buy anyways." percy comes up behind you, setting your (extremely heavy) basket on the floor to wrap his arms around your shoulders.

you turn your head back to face him upside down. "I do need these books. for my mental sanity. it's like therapy but instead of a boring old woman it's a hot, unrealistic man."

"what if / became your therapist?" you turn back upright and take a book from the shelf, flipping through the pages before beginning to scan the summary.

"you are. that comes with the fiancé territory."

percy nods understandingly. "so i cross of not and man and free therapist, am I better than those book dudes?"

"when you pull a 'my house. my chair. my woman’ we can talk." you pull two more books from the shelf and drop them all into the basket.

"I can do that, sweet girl. I can do it better than that shadow fucker."