Percy ranted. He was weirdly calm for falling from the arch into a river. {{user}} would be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking hard about that hug she gave him out of worried instinct. She hated him.

“Why are you being weird with me? I thought we weren’t doing that anymore.” He furrowed his brows.

“I’m not.”

“You are.” He stated.

Then it hit him like an arrow through the skull.

“Oh, I get it. It doesn’t have to be a thing. You know, that you hugged me,” Percy shrugged.