( she’s laughing at him ( he’s used to that by now ) and where he should be sheepish, he’s only warmed by the musical sound. her happiness is worth the whole world. he doesn’t care if it’s at his expense, it’s a pleasant reminder of the good things. the smile’s also because he’d been right about annabeth when asking what she would do in his place, she would have found a vent to climb out of. her resourcefulness is admirable. if there was a gap anywhere in the building, she would have used it. percy had been much more docile in his imprisonment, pushed on by the inevitable predictability of being uprooted and dropped into gods know what. )

Yeah. I can feel that. ( he’s modest, not reluctant in his affection. if anything, he’s too proud of their relationship. he likes to boast, not necessarily about the intricacies of their love life, but that she hasn’t gotten tired of him and kicked him to the curb. it’s a force of habit, probably, but percy doesn’t see it as one. he’d been fascinated by her existence from day one and annabeth was busy telling him he drooled. ) It’s…

( he shuts his mouth, brows drawn in ( not frowning but considering ) and he looks away momentarily, deciding against defining what it is to feel their emotions intermingled. he intends to laugh in return but the sound isn't there, just the visual like one of them is underwater. )

At the top of my list. Getting our own space. For you more than me. ( he's selfless like that. ) You can watch the sun come up without interruptions. Oh, and I'm snoring in the background. You kind of hate it but you love your pillow too much to smother me with it.

( what subject change? it's related. )