Just another damn Hermes kid, as Luke thought.

Luke hated his dad, the fact he just kept having kids that he would never even think about caring for. It pissed him off, but he couldn't and wouldn't ever blame the kid. It was all Hermes' doing.

Your timidness was obvious; you were younger than the usual kids that came to camp at 12-13.

What kind of older-half brother would he be if he didn't help out and introduce himself?

"What'cha got there?" He called from behind you, making small talk as he watched you unpack into your bunk.