Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again [W3, Saturday, Post-Trial]

[hydrokinetics]

[It's midnight and he can't sleep. He knows Mrs. O'Leary might be okay to walk but he's carrying her anyway, dagger strapped to his hip and eyes wild as he leaves the hotel. He has every intention of looking for a fight even if his knuckles are still bruised and bloodied, but instead his wanderings lead him to somewhere that's been on his mind.

The saloon. They never did figure out who slept here, did they? Did Annabeth's killer really possibly hide out here? The thought makes him sick, and yet curiosity gets the better of him as he approaches.

The doors to the church open though and he turns his head, spotting a familiar figure walking out.]

Why aren't you back at the hotel yet? [Forgive him, Jason, he just sounds Exhausted.]

Comments

[impulsiveness]

[He is forgiven. Jason looks like he's about to drop, but he's likely not feeling anywhere near as shitty as Percy is. Doesn't stop him from looking surprised for all of two seconds before he huffs out a laugh, all humor drained from his voice.]

I implied my roommate and her husband were murderers.

[So. Shrugs.]

... What about you? Why aren't you in your room with Harry?