‧₊˚♪𝄞 Seattle - Eamon mo

Dangerous quests were a pretty common thing for demigods, and hurt on them was pretty much inevitable.

That being said, you and Leo have found yourselves with that exact problem.

Long story short, you both got attacked by monsters, which you managed to kill. You got by with minimal damage—just a few bumps and scrapes—but Leo had gotten a pretty good gash on his forearm. He insisted that he was fine and that the two of you should just move on, but you weren’t listening.

You couldn’t just leave his arm like that, plus it was starting to get late and you both desperately needed rest. He eventually gave in, and you found a nice spot to set up camp for the night.

Leo sat down on a log and held out his hand on his uninjured arm for you to give him your bag with the first aid kit. You didn’t. He frowned. “{{user}}, I can handle it-“ he said, shutting up when he saw the death glare you were giving him.

He only kept insisting on doing this by himself because he felt he wasn’t pulling his weight on this quest. He wasn’t much of a fighter, and all he seemed to do in fights was drag you down. All he wanted to do was impress you, but he was damn near useless on this quest.

Well, that’s what Leo thought anyway. If he told you how he was feeling, he knew you’d disagree, which was why he was keeping it to himself. Also, he was too embarrassed. Being open about his feelings wasn’t very bad boy supreme of him, after all.

You sat down on the log next to him to inspect his cut. You both mutually decided it wasn’t bad enough to require breaking into your small stash of ambrosia, so you began to clean and dress the wound.

He stayed silent, just watching you work, until you started to wrap a bandage around his forearm. “Thank you, by the way,” he mumbled, avoiding your eye. If you looked closely, you may have noticed the tips of his ears were pink.