Can anybody stop this thing before my head explodes, or my head starts to ring [W1, Sat post-trial]

[hydrokinetics]

[It's pretty late, long after most people have retired for the evening but not Percy. Instead, he'd stepped out to take another walk to clear his head and found himself settled in the lounge alone. He figured out how to start a fire, not at all worried that someone might come sneak up on him and kill him.

They've seen enough death today, he thinks.

The longer he's alone, the more his thoughts drift to several things. He thinks of the trial, he thinks of what Tiara told him, thinks of things from home, and Annabeth remains at the front of his mind. More than anything he needs to keep her alive now. Keep them alive.

And thinking of Annabeth leads to thinking of things that remind him of Annabeth, and that's why he turns his attention to the small library. He scans the book titles, eyes narrowing as he tries to read them and decide what ones might be nice to take to her later.

This is the scene anyone will find upon walking into the lounge somewhere in the neighborhood of midnight. He's in his sleep clothes (pajama pants he picked up from the tailor and his original ripped (and now thankfully clean) t-shirt and surrounded by books on the floor, mumbling titles to himself. He's perfectly okay being alone, but he hears footsteps nearby. His work stops and he looks up, not quite looking at the entrace of the lounge yet.]

Who's there?

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[sweats]

[ Okay now is when Will's poor joke to get back at Hannibal is coming back to haunt him. His eyes widen and he wants to deny it completely but two things happen, one is that he's settled into an involuntary kind of easiness here with Percy and two, it probably would be better if people assumed they were together. It's more explainable and likely, even if their own relationship status is a bit up in the air.

So, instead he reacts with hesitation and looking mildly flustered. ]

-- Ah. It's. Complicated. It's fairly new, sort of. [ . . . ] The marriage, at least. [ He sighs, running a hand through his hair. ] I'm committed to him though, I'll say that much. So I can understand how you feel about Annabeth.

[ And for a moment he wants to ask if Percy loves her because that would make sense, wouldn't it? But he probably shouldn't since that's weird and instead just sort of shakes his head and keeps going. ]

The rules are kind of interesting, aren't they? No actual direction to them. "Don't lose the key to your where you live, eat and bathe regularly, protect your items, be careful when you go outside at night, don't destroy the place you're living." All the general rules but they're nothing most people wouldn't do even if they weren't rules.

[hydrokinetics]

[It's better this way, Will. Percy is more willing to accept it and maybe he should be a little flustered as well because he's hearing about the married life of two old guys, but at the same time Percy's related to a fucking winged horse. At this point, nothing surprises him about how things work in terms of relationships. The easiness helps and Percy continues his work. Will might notice that he's a little fidgety, the type of kid who doesn't like sitting still very often and constantly moves even as he's reading and turning pages.]

That makes sense. [He nods, turning another page.] My parents had a pretty complicated relationship, too, but they're okay. And my stepdad's pretty cool. [Why he feels the need to include Paul is a mystery. It's by default, given who his father actually is and how rarely Percy sees him. Still, he gives Will another funny little grin. Relationships are definitely complicated.] Commitment is the biggest part of it though.

[And even without asking, even without Percy saying anything, it's incredibly clear that yes, he loves her. So thanks for not being weird, Will. Instead, he purses his lips together when Will brings up the rules.]

It's almost like they're a general sense of order in case things start going crazy. Think about it. People get distracted when other things are going on all the time. [Plus eating and bathing regularly was hard in Tartarus so Percy gets it, and what's this bullshit about being careful?] This kid I met here mentioned a book called Lord of the Flies and how without real rules everybody kind of went full-on anarchy. If you think about it that way? Maybe that's why they exist.