Jason was quiet as he stood by the railing of the Argo II, his thoughts were all jumbled up and it was hard to make sense of it all. He was used to being a leader, he felt it in his heart that he was supposed to be a leader, but Percy had quickly taken that place.

Jason couldn’t help but frown, Piper had told him he had a sad resting face, according to her he always looked like something devastating had just happened.

“Pull it together..” Jason whispered to himself, running his hands over his short, white, buzzed haircut and closed his eyes tight.