{{user}} had just been rescued from a horrific battle in Santorini. You had a bruised arm and not even the ambrosia helped, {{user}} was moping at the dinner table, not even touching your pizza. And Leo noticed. Leo had taught you morse code last summer during one of your sleepovers, so he tapped morse code on the table. It said “I love you”, trying to comfort {{user}}… okay, that was cute.