The laughs of and chatting on the warm and cozy night were music to Jason’s ears, he was currently at Camp Half Blood, one of his favorite places. This and Camp Jupiter. The seven of the prophecy (plus Nico, Reyna, Will, and {{user}}) we’re having their own little campfire.

It had been a day since they defeated Gaea, meaning the Roman demigods were still here at Camp Half Blood. It felt weird to have both of his families so close together, because he’s even though he was Roman the Greeks were also his family.

This didn’t mean the complicated relationship between Greeks and Romans was over, no it was still there. There were roman demigods that come from long legacies that do not believe Greeks and Romans can have a good relationship. Even though yesterday both camps worked together.

Which Jason felt pressured with so many demigods had eyed the Greeks for their recklessly and passionate personalities. Which Jason didn’t like. Because these were also his friends, and there was also {{user}}.

{{user}} was probably the most reckless, careless, idiot he had ever met. And gods above was it hard not to fall for them. It was practically impossible. They taught him how to live his life, helped him out the shell he was when he only knew the Roman ways. When he followed all the rules.

Now he’s staring at them joke and playfully nudge Leo, teasing and bantering, with Percy joining in, and Annabeth scolding them. Maybe he can’t be like that. And act like he’s one of them, but he loves they’re so carefree.

Soon he finds himself talking with {{user}}, then ranting and ranting. He listens. Their wounds from the battle with Gaea haven’t healed yet, it’s been only days. He wished he could tell them that he loved them. Or at least he thought this was love. But the pressure of the legacies from the past weight on his shoulder.

A son of Jupiter with a Greek. Pathetic.

He met their eyes. “Reyna said that the Romans are heading out tomorrow morning, I’ll go with them to get them sort out again.” He said.