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Build It Better || Jason and Percy

Jason and Percy work to rebuild a library that was ruined by the civil war.

Somehow, it felt amazing to be back to work again. Jason had felt stagnant as he had recovered from his injury, and while the physicians may have cleared him, his therapist kept cautioning him that a profound and permanent injury like losing his eye would take time to get over on the inside, even though the outside had healed. The Praetor in him had decided to ignore everyone’s advice and get back to work as soon as he was physically able to however, and the target of today’s efforts was a library that had been damaged by the civil war that was only tenuously over. A rustling behind him let him know that Percy had arrived, and Jason pushed his long blonde hair over half of his face as he turned to greet his friend, “I really hope you brought coffee.” His smile was apparent in his voice as he went to hug Percy, “Because I was out of pods at home and didn’t have time to swing by the store before I came here this morning. It’s good to see you, P…. well… to half-see you.” What was the point of being grievously maimed if you couldn’t joke about it?

The war had taken a toll on everything. Looking at Jason, it was clear to Percy that he was a living testament to the stress and damage that the war had caused to so many. “I brought more than enough to get us through the morning, we’ll have to restock in the afternoon but we can cross that bridge when we get to it.” He held out a thermos flask full of coffee. He’d made it to Jason’s taste as best he possibly could, knowing that they would need it to get through the trials that today would inevitably bring. Though Percy looked forward to tackling a challenge that wasn’t trying to run a sword through his stomach. “Well I know I don’t look half as amazing as always, I even did my hair for you.” He winked playfully at his friend, doing everything that he could to keep the air light. Despite Jason’s leaps forward in progress Percy was still fearful for his health. But he could bubble wrap the world for his friend. It just didn’t work like that. “Everyone else should start arriving soon, but they know what they’re doing, I don’t. So faithful comrade, what is our first task of the day?”

Jason couldn’t help but laugh at Percy’s preparedness and his jokes. He took the thermos thankfully and poured himself a glass from it, standing with his hand on his hip and looking at the semi-ruined building around them. “Well your hair looks amazing as always. You’re a vision of beauty. Aphrodite herself is jealous.” Taking a long sip of his coffee Jason shrugged, “Well… Hephaesteans are covering the actual construction of the rooms that need to be totally rebuilt. They’re much faster at it than I am, but you and I are doing interior work. There are shelves that need to be rebuilt and common areas to make welcoming again.” Long scarred fingers gestured to a far corner of the large room, “I was actually thinking we could start in the children’s section. We made them live through a civil war… the least we can do is put their library back together again for them.” Pulling a small notebook from his back pocket he opened it and passed it over to Percy, “We’ve got most of the furniture assembled already. I was just thinking we could build a couple low shelves for them, and then paint everything so it’s bright and welcoming.” Books had always held a soft spot in his heart, and he was eager to pass his love for them down to the younger generations. He cast a quick look around them to make sure nobody else was round and then pulled his long hair back into a low ponytail, keeping it out of his face. Percy had seen him lose his eye in realtime… surely the web of scarring that covered the left half of his face wouldn’t be too gruesome for him, “What’s new? We haven’t had a chance to catch up in awhile. I’ve missed it.”

Smiling at his reunion with his best friend in the world, Percy nodded and opened his own thermos. Steam rose from the black liquid and settled into the crisp chill of the early morning air. New Rome was never bitterly cold, but it could take on a pleasant fall chill. Pouring the obsidian coloured liquid into a travel mug, he carefully screwed everything back together Taking a long sip of very strong and very sugary coffee. Sighing somewhat contentedly as the bitter sweet taste settled on his palette, he nodded gently. “She has always been jealous I’m sure, two good looking demigods that remain outside of her reach must be infuriating.” He winked once more before turning to the task at hand. “Well, the children’s section seems as good a place as any to start with hermano, we can work around until we’ve fixed everything.” Pausing he scratched at his beard and shrugged. “Nothing new to report since the war came to a screeching halt, which is kind of nice. I like not having anything to say. Which is a weird thing to say.”

Jason tugged his loose flannel around him as they sat and savored the fall weather. Ancient magic and San Francisco’s natural weather endured they never saw snowfall but when the fog rolled in off the bay it could get chilly. It made the coffee doubly welcome. They wandered to the children’s corner and Jason set down his large box of tools, accumulated throughout his tenure as Pontifex. “That’s sort of nice though? To finally have nothing new. It seemed like every day was a new horror and now… some blessed silence.” He scratched at the blonde scruff on his cheeks, mimicking his friend as he traced a thin scar that marred the fuzz. “Tell your mom I’m sorry I haven’t gotten back to her email yet. I’ve been a little overwhelmed trying to catch up on everything that happened while I was gone trying to get put back together.” He laid the notebook with plans out on a table and started dragging pieces of wood, measuring and marking them carefully. “How are you doing though… since the war’s sorta stopped.”

Percy could never find it within himself to lament the cold weather, summer had always been his favourite time of year. The return to Camp Half Blood for a few months was always something that he savoured. “We certainly deserve it after everything that we’ve been through,” Percy replied with a nod as they strolled through the ruined and soon to be renovated building. Stepping through an arch, he crossed the room and joined Jason, sipping at his coffee as he walked. Pausing he smiled at what he remembered to be a charming space and hoped that they would be able to recreate it once more. “She won’t mind, she knows more or less the way things are... “ he remembered how relieved she’d looked to hear the news that they weren’t fighting anymore. Pacing over to the notebook, he carefully observed them before moving to help Jason move the wood, allowing his friend to mark them of his own accord. “Honestly, much better. Not constantly being on edge is a change that takes getting used to, but I like it, like a lot.”

“Damn straight we do. The Senate should fund a month long cruise for us with all the shit we just went through.” Jason had missed a lot while he’d withdrawn to recover, but he’d missed this most of all. The world felt right and balanced when he was with his best friend. He pulled Percy into a quick half hug as they walked before releasing him again, “Well tell her sorry anyway. She’s top of my priority list as soon as I get a spare moment.” They worked in quick harmony, Jason measuring and marking the boards and Percy sawing them. He listened carefully as Percy talked, smiling and nodding along. “I feel that. I know being that adrenaline fueled that constantly isn’t good for you. So I’m glad things are at least moving toward peace and calm. We needed that. Our society needs it. We’re too few under the shadow of too many threats to fight ourselves as well. Did I tell you I resigned my post?”

“There’s barely a senate left,” Percy replied remembering the five senators that remained after seven had been arrested for crimes against New Rome, “but perhaps after we’ve cleaned up the city and fixed the mess that we made then we can take a break. I’d love to go home.” He paused, thinking longingly about his mother’s apartment. Taking Gabby for walks through the park. “I’ll relay the message, she’ll undoubtedly take that as permission to give you an unwanted care package, so dibs on that.” He smirked as they moved wood in silence for a second before shrugging. “Especially after the last few wars, there are fewer of us than there have ever been before and it is unnerving to say the very least. We’re in a very vulnerable position right now. Our population used to be in five figures, we’re slipping dangerously close to four…” he winced at Jason’s news and sighed, “I’m sorry to hear that, and I’m sure that the city is sorry to hear it too.”

“We can seize the assets of the arrested senators and use those. We should anyway, to pay for the repairs to the city. High treason used to get you executed. They should count themselves lucky that we’re no longer enforcing that.” It was hard to keep the anger out of voice, and a tiny bolt of lightning bounced between his fingers and the measuring tape he was holding. Jason had seen too many good men and women buried because Senators had broken their sacred oath. “Perseus Jackson keep your dirty hands off my care package. If Sally “The Best Mom On Earth” Jackson makes me a care package I’m using absolutely everything in it. I’d never disrespect her like that.” He chuckled drily as they worked, shaking his head, “Like I told the Senate… the Republic may be immortal… but I am not. I’ve given enough to this city; blood, sweat, tears… I gave it a goddamn eye. I’m 23 years old and I’ve never had a life of my own. I deserve that now, and I think it’s time I started actually having the things I deserve. I had a lot of time to think while I was healing.”

“That’s hardly something that I can do,” Percy replied with a laugh, “I don’t think that the people of New Rome would be willing to accept me taking control of some of their assets.” He shrugged for a second and laughed. “I don’t favour the death penalty,” he replied with a sigh, “but everything that has gone on makes me wish that we could achieve a semblance of stability.” Smirking gently, he laughed. “I can’t make you any promises, a Sally Jackson care package isn’t something that I would be willing to give up. Not for the world.” His mother was a wonderful cook and her care packages were legendary. It had been too long since he had received one. “No one could ever expect you to give anymore, I’m glad that you’ve finally had the clarity of thought to rest and allow yourself to heal.” Dusting his hands off, he flicked through Jason’s notebook and began moving the marked pieces of wood over to a workbench. Grabbing a saw, he began cutting the shelves down to the appropriate dimensions. “It’s nice, getting to do something this mundane.”

“I didn’t say you could do it… I just think it should be done. We’re going to strain the coffers of the city rebuilding after a splinter group forced a civil war on us. Someone has to pay and it shouldn’t be the citizens whose lives were thrown into insanity.” Jason smiled broadly at his friend, laughing into the sunny emptiness of the library, “I will fight you, Jackson. I will absolutely fist fight you over your mother’s cookies. They’re worth it.” His own mother had been too far gone in mental illness by the time he could form memories of her and it was only after he’d met Sally that he realized what a mother was supposed to be like. “You say that, but the Senate seemed shocked. I’ll still be around to help, but I’m done leading. Let the young ones take over. While we’re talking about taking the things we know we deserve you need to start doing that as well. I know how hard you work. You need to rest just as much as I do.” He paused in his work and watched his friend cut boards down to size. “It was always my favorite part of my job. The building. It’s nice to do things with your hands. Simple things that will help people.”

“Maybe, but we’re hardly in the position of democratic strength that we would need to be to make that sort of movement, any attempt at grabbing Roman money would be met with resistance and speculation. It’s simply the truth I’m afraid.” Pausing for a moment longer, Percy smirked brightly before laughing with his friend. “Don’t try it Grace, you’re not going to win a fist fight when it comes to my mother’s cookies, they are the stuff of legend and I’ll love them until the day that I die.” Raising an eyebrow gently, Percy had to admit that he found it hard to believe that the former Praetor Jason Grace would ever step down from leading his people. “Are the young ones ready to take over yet?” he asked thoughtfully, “Have they had enough time to make the decisions that we are making right now? Will they make the right decisions?” He sighed gently, almost sadly. “I don’t know if I’m ready to let anyone handle that burden yet, I don’t think anyone is ready for it.” He paused and shrugged. “I always assumed that the flying would be your favourite part of the job if I’m honest…”

“I’m starting to see why the Republic turned back into the Empire. Though that’s how we end up with another Octavian. May he burn in Hell.” Seeing Percy laugh made Jason laugh and for a moment he forgot all about their trials. They were just two idiot friends fighting over cookies. “I’ve got a fucking handicap, Jackson! I deserve cookies! Plus if you’re gonna take advantage of my ability to use handicap parking now you bet your ass I’m taking the cookies.” The conversation turned serious and Jason sighed, moving from measuring wood to screwing it together when Percy had cut it. “Were we ready? How old were you when you saved the world for the first time. The second. The third. I don’t think you’re ready to make the decisions until you’re forced to make them. I can only hope I left them a good example.” He cringed slightly, fingers rising to his scarred face, “Honestly… I haven’t flown since the rescue mission.”

“I’m also starting to see why so many people are discontented with the fact that politics doesn’t work, maybe we should install you as emperor and use your new found power to bring about a new benevolent reign.” Percy laughed again, knowing that there was no chance that Jason would ever agree to anything like that. This entire scenario was absolutely insane and he should’ve known better. However part of him wished that they could take control of their own fates like that. However unethical it might be. “Just because you’ve got no depth perception doesn’t mean that I’m going to let you eat all of the fruits of my mother’s labour, those cookies are my birthright.” Pausing, Percy sighed sadly and shook his head. “Sure, we weren’t ready, but just because we had to do something really difficult doesn’t mean that we have to force the same upon our friends. We can at least help them into it first….” he sighed sadly, “Your flight was hardly to blame, there’s only so much you can do against siege weaponry.”

Jason couldn’t suppress the actual shudder that coursed through his body, “I’d sooner die… literally die… than be installed as Emperor. I don’t ever want that much responsibility or power. I hate so think about how it’d change me. “Just because I’ve got no depth perception… like it’s a mild thing… I LOST AN EYE FOR THIS WAR!” He laughed heartily, knowing Percy would end up giving him at least one cookie. He always did. “It also doesn’t mean we have to keep doing the difficult things if it’s getting to the point where it’s detrimental… which at least for me it feels like it is. I’ll always be around for people to come to for advice… I just don’t think I can be front and center anymore.” Waving his hand Jason went back to assembling the shelf. They’d had this fight several times in the hospital, “It doesn’t mean it wasn’t to blame either. But that’s beside the point.”

“Jason,” Percy pouted gently, a mischievous glint in his eye, “I can’t believe that you would ever speak like that, because that my friend is quitter talk right there. I know for a fact that my best friend, the great Jason Grace is no quitter.” Smirking gently, he laughed alongside his friend, doing his best to avoid daydreaming about the blue chocolate cookies that his mother had made him in his childhood. Nodding, Percy smiled. “I know you need out. If I’d been through half of what you had then I’d be right there with you. And I get that you want me to take a step back, and I gotta be honest with you J, I don’t think I can just yet. Soon. Once everything’s back to something resembling normal. But right now I think I can really make a difference.” He knew that Jason had. The war would’ve been a very different affair without the tactical mind of Jason Grace. Not to mention his rather thunderous abilities. “You should get back up there, you can’t stop riding a bike because you fell off one time.”

Percy’s pout was a weapon of impressive magnitude, but Jason had built up a resistance to it over the years, “I don’t quit many things. But I don’t think demigod life should ever be managed by one person with autocratic power. That’s just asking for disaster right there, and let’s be honest. We’ve endured enough disaster.” Their conversation took a serious tilt and Jason set down his tools, taking a moment to squeeze Percy’s shoulder, “I know. You always make a difference. That’s what you do you’re just… the quintessential leader… I just worry about you a lot. This life takes a toll on us and I think I”m just now realizing how grave that toll is.” One small shelf assembled, Jason set himself to sanding it down, making sure any rough edges were gone and the chance of any child getting a splinter was slim, “I will… eventually. It took a lot out of me trying to carry the four of us last time… So I think until I am permanently healed…. Or at least as healed as I’m going to be, I”m going to keep my feet on the ground.”

“Your father rules all of the gods with a relative fist of iron, I know there are some exceptions to that rule but for the most part is true. I’m just playing devil’s advocate but if anyone was going to be my Emperor then I would want it to be you over someone like a Karavadra or an Arcadi or one of the older Roman names,..” Percy paused for a moment “I don’t trust them, even now.” Pausing, Percy thought carefully about what he was coping with. Despite the war being over he slept less than he had before. Nightmares plagued his nights and he rarely slept more than six hours on a good night. On a bad night he had to make do with two or three. “I know I should step back and let someone else do the work, I know that I’m not the only one that could do it all but if I can make a difference then I feel like I should, I haven’t sustained what everyone else did, somehow I managed to avoid a mortal injury… so I can keep going…” he trailed off and shrugged as he continued slotting wooden beams into the appropriate slots that had been pre-carved into the wall. Carefully lining everything up, he too began sanding the wood down until it was smooth to the touch. A coat of varnish would need to be applied, but for now it would do. “I know you’re healing, but I would hate to see you grounded.” He wasn’t sure if it was necessarily comparable but he couldn’t imagine never swimming again. The idea that Jason hadn’t flown since the accident seemed alien.

“Any Emperor would be met with distrust by whichever ethnic group they didn’t belong to. The only autocratic way to govern New Rome would have to be with a pair of Regents. One Greek. One Roman.” It was an intellectual exercise he’d considered when it had been revealed that half the Senate had been committing treason, but ultimately Jason thought there was no way for any one or two people to ever rule New Rome without disaster befalling them. “I”m worried about you. I’m worried about all of us.. All the old generals. You, me, Frank, Annabeth, Hazel, Leo… I’m worried if we keep doing this for too long we’re going to lose out on ourselves. But as long as you think you’re doing okay, I’m okay with it too. Just know that anytime you need a couch to crash on for a night of mindless gaming and junk food… you’ve got a key to my place.” One shelf down, Jason moved onto making the next set, “I won’t be grounded permanently. I’m just… I’m not there yet. Soon. I promise. But I don’t think quite yet.”

“The senate obviously isn’t working,” Percy replied, “I don’t really believe that we would be better off with anyone installed as an autocracy in place of a democracy but at least things would be somewhat less complicated. Currently we live in a world filled with more danger than we know what to do with. I hadn’t realised how important politics was to that mix…” Pausing for a moment longer he tried to imagine a solution to this problem. But politics had never really been his area of expertise. He was a commander and general most importantly and first, everything else came after that and the ensured safety of his Greek and Roman friends. “I know that we are all vulnerable, this sort of thing really takes a toll. But my people, OUR people need me to help them and I know that if I didn’t then I would really regret it…” pausing for a moment, he reached up and scratched his beard thoughtfully. “I won’t forget your offer though, I plan to abuse it actually.” Nodding gently, Percy smirked and shrugged. “You’re no idiot, you know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I agree that the Senate isn’t working. If it’s so easy for over half of them to be corrupted to the point of trying to enact a genocide, clearly we need a better form of government. That being said…. I don’t know what we could do to substitute it.” Somehow even the discussion of these weighty topics didn’t weigh Jason down, and he thought it was probably that he was talking about them with Percy and not someone else. Everything seemed to be easier with his best friend around. “I know I know I know…” he waved a hand dismissively, “You’re ever the altruist and I’m ever the worrier. It’s the same song and dance we’ve been doing for years now.” He laughed and leaned over to brush some sawdust out of Percy’s beard, “You better, mountain man Jackson. I’ve got games that need playing and there’s pizza that needs eating.” Jason splayd his fingers, watching a tiny twister form in the piles of sawdust on the floor, “I know. But flight seems so intrinsically bound to the mission now that I’m having trouble divorcing the two. But… it’s a work in progress and yes before you ask it is something I’m talking to my therapist about.”

“I hope that we can work together to come up with something that meets everyone’s needs. Ideally something that includes both Romans and Greeks. I don’t see it working if we aren’t able to govern ourselves at least a little bit.” Percy ran a piece of sandpaper over the wood, carefully softening and sculpting it all into the way that he knew was best. Or at least that he hoped was best. In all honesty woodwork wasn’t his best arts and crafts at Camp Half Blood. “You don’t need to worry about me, it isn’t even a time of war anymore. Nasty words are the worst that I’ll have to deal with and considering no one is swinging a sword at me, that is certainly somewhat refreshing. I really appreciate it actually.” He smirked as he stepped back from his now completed shelf and moved onto the next task. “I won’t pry into this anymore if you don’t want me to, I just want you to get better. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Pausing for a moment, he hauled more wood and kept marking it off.

“Sometimes in the dark nights when it all looks like it’s going too much to shit I wonder if Hera really did the right thing, bringing our two peoples together. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t trade my friendship with the Greeks for the world. But when things have been going poorly, they’ve been going catastrophically poorly. Is there a way for us to jointly govern that doesn’t end in civil war? I’d like to think so but I’m just not sure what it would be.” Jason arched his eyebrow, or at least attempted to; it had proven difficult to regain muscle control and he wasn’t always successful in his attempts to be incredulous via facial expression. “I will always worry about you. Always. Though I am thankful nobody’s trying to stab you anymore.” Stepping back, Jason looked at the shelves they’d assembled and smiled, a soft private expression representative of the happiness that creating instead of destroying brought him, “We should probably varnish these fuckers. Get them nice and ready to go.” He grabbed the can and popped it open with a screwdriver, shrugging as he did, “I don’t keep secrets from you. It’s hard. Getting better. It still hurts sometimes and I still try to blink and nothing happens and I run into walls because I can’t quite judge how close I am yet. It’s a process, and I’m going along on it, slowly but surely. I’ll get better eventually, but you’re sweet to worry.”

“I wonder about the wisdom of every single decision that the God’s have ever made, we decide our lives and yet they still interfere. They tell us we all have a great fate and yet we are the ones that bleed and die for their wars.” Percy paused, rage had bubbled inside of him at the mere thought of the god’s interfering in his life. “I don’t think that changing things is an option. Gods you know that I wish there was a switch that we magically could’ve pressed to make things better. I just hope that there would be a real attempt to make things better.” Frowning gently, he sighed as he ran a piece of sandpaper over a corner that he wasn’t quite happy with yet. “Varnish them seems to be the next logical step,” he replied with a laugh as he watched his friend slide a screwdriver into the top of the can of varnish and opened it. “I’m not sweet to worry, you’re my best friend and I want to look after you as best I possibly can.” He paused a moment longer before sighing. “I just wish that we’d be able to make everything the way they were before all of this shit happened. We’re not closer to discovering who caused all of this. We’re not closer to doing anything but fixing this city. I just want to know it won’t get broken again.”

“Well… to be fair… I do not think a great many of their decisions are made with wisdom. They may be millenia old but they still have the decision-making skills of toddlers, and I’ll say that to any god’s face at this point.” Jason heaved a great rumble of a sigh as he carefully dipped a paintbrush into the can of varnish. “You’re very sweet to worry and I won’t let you forget that. Just because I”m your friend doesn’t mean much these days, but I appreciate the concern.” Percy’s sigh made him smile crookedly, “Well… I wouldn’t hate that. I’d certainly be a whole mess more handsome if we could pull that off, but, we can’t. So all we can do is try to rebuild and move forward as best we can and hope that the New Rome we’re leaving for these kids is better than the New Rome that was handed to us. Certainly less treasonous.”

“None of them would dare to do anything to you, especially considering who your father is, but then there’s also me and your sister to contend with.” Percy smirked gently, pausing for a moment longer before he kept working, “besides, isn’t being edgy all about criticising the authority that runs things?” He smirked once more and focussed on his brushwork. “We’re more than friends, we’ve been through so much, we’re brothers in arms and you know that gives us a bond that few will ever experience.” He sighed gently and slipped his hands into the can of varnish, his brush running along the grain of the wood as he did his best to evenly apply fine layers. Finally content with the work that he had done, he set down his brush and poured them two more mugs of coffee, handing one to Jason as he leaned against the wall to think. “It honestly feels better that we are helping, rather then killing. There’s been too much violence.” He laughed. “I feel like we can’t go five minutes without talking about the shit we’ve been through.”

“Yeah except maybe my father’s jealous wife who stole a bunch of my memories and stranded me across the country. You know… like one does to their stepchild.” Percy’s smirk made him chuckle, “I’m too old to be edgy, Jackson. Just get me my walker and my oatmeal and get me in bed by 8 and we’re all set.” watching Percy work carefully gave Jason a moment to pause and settle into the moment, a sensation extended when Percy paused as well and passed him a mug full of coffee, “Well… to be fair… the shit we’ve been through has been pretty much our whole lives for a couple months. Now that we no longer have to try to run a counter-offensive we can resume being normal people again. I did a lot of Netflix watching when I was recovering and it took some serious effort to convince myself it was okay to just sit. I didn’t have to be doing something all the time every minute.” He set his mug down and turned the shelf they’d just finished around, digging his pocket knife out of his jeans and carving his initials in the back of the shelf before passing the knife to Percy, “Come on. Right next to mine. When we’re long dead and gone at least this will still be around to prove we did more than wave swords around.”

“Don’t pout too much about that, you’re not the only one who had to put up with that. Besides, you ended up in the nice camp where they teach paper mache and feed you roasted meat 24/7.” Percy laughed before continuing. “I ended up in the Camp where they make you run marathons in full gear and you’re trained by a ravenous wolf she-goddess.” He smirked and shrugged once more. “I don’t even last till eight most days, seven thirty and I’m out like a light,” that wasn’t true at all. Percy rarely slept. Over the years the amount of sleep that he got had gotten less and less. “How have you managed to convince yourself of that?” he asked with a nervous chuckle, “I don’t remember the last time I was able to sit and do nothing but watch TV. I know it’s partially the ADHD, but I can’t do nothing. I have to be active in at least someway.” He sipped at the strong coffee before taking the pocket knife from his friend and carving P.J. into the wood. “We should draw a love heart,” he said as he began carving a rough heart around their names, “then everyone will know that we’re best friends forever.”

“Hey I was raised by a ravenous wolf she-goddess and I turned out mostly absolutely fine thank you very much! It isn’t my fault they coddle you guys with arts and crafts.” It sounded like a lie when it came out of Percy’s mouth, but Jason didn’t call him on it. Even between best friends there were some secrets and Jason didn’t burden Percy with his. Sleep was never given to demigods freely, they’d all learned to make due. “Well to be fair it was also the bed rest I was on where I couldn’t do too much or the doctors freaked out at me. Makes it pretty easy to just lay in bed and chill. But you know me. I fidgeted a lot.” He laughed as Percy drew the heart, tears streaming down his face, “No I think what they’ll think is that Jason Grace was dating way outside of his league. But I’ll get you one of those split BFF necklaces if you want. We can match.”

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