[ Percy might have a long-standing history of being pretty dense when it comes to picking up on emotional cues, but it's hard to miss the way Annabeth's expression changes — the crease between her brows, the tightness in her mouth and in her eyes, it all seems to soften to something that doesn't quite reach a smile when he studies her, but it's good enough for him.
Nothing grounds him more to reality, to himself, than Annabeth Chase.
The last of the too-vivid images of Tartarus ebb away to the edges of his memory, easily enough to be distracted by anything else. Which, you know, is good, because he does not want to think about Tartarus as much as humanly (or non-humanly) as possible for the rest of his life.
With an exhale, he nods. ]
Yeah. I'm okay now.
[ Thanks to you, he doesn't embarrassingly blurt out, but that much is clear if he climbed a church tower and rang the bells as loudly as he could. ]
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Nothing grounds him more to reality, to himself, than Annabeth Chase.
The last of the too-vivid images of Tartarus ebb away to the edges of his memory, easily enough to be distracted by anything else. Which, you know, is good, because he does not want to think about Tartarus as much as humanly (or non-humanly) as possible for the rest of his life.
With an exhale, he nods. ]
Yeah. I'm okay now.
[ Thanks to you, he doesn't embarrassingly blurt out, but that much is clear if he climbed a church tower and rang the bells as loudly as he could. ]