Though Percy pretended like nothing happened, Annabeth knew the night of the blackout had affected… something, and couldn’t decide if it was ultimately good or bad or somewhere in the middle.
It was good because when she had fallen on top of him, he hadn’t seemed to notice anything particular about her body, like the ace bandage wrapped around her chest or the curve of her hip. If his hands had been anywhere else but her shoulders…
Everything would be at risk if she did that again. Even though his arms were really great and his core was as rock hard as it looked, she couldn’t have him getting closer in every sense of the word.
She didn’t want to think about him finding out either, easily imagining the look of horror on his face that turned to anger, and him screaming in her face and kicking her out on the street - the thought made her taste bile in back of her throat.
But he just kept being his usual self, meaning if he knew any different, he wasn’t letting on. Percy acted like a thing hadn’t changed a bit - aside from the fact that he probably had the wimpiest roommate ever who was scared of lightning. He just smiled and joked as always.
It was quite brave, admitting he wasn’t great at school to someone he barely knew. But the fact that he did so, and didn’t even want to talk about, floored her. It was like he backpedaled at the last moment when he realized how he sounded like a stupid jock.
But she didn’t think of him like that. She sympathized with him more than anything.
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