Percy wasn’t feeling it today.

His muscles were sore, his head hurt, the goddamn doorknob had snagged on his shirt when he was walking into the apartment — basically putting a tick in every box that made today a bad day.

But he didn’t expect to see {{user}} when he went out on the fire escape to let off some steam.

“That’s your sulky face,” Percy commented, sitting down next to {{user}} on the fire escape and letting his legs dangle over the edge. “You wanna rant or should I start us off?”