Percy dropped face down on his bed and let out a groan into his pillow. He faintly heard Annabeth close the door to his cabin and walk over to his bed, the springs bounced as she sat down next to him.
'It's not that bad,' she said, 'at least he only put you on washing up duty for a week.'
When he made no reply, she poked him in the ribs and shuffled onto the bed so that she was lying down next to him, face up.
'I mean really,' she continued, 'Chiron gave Jenny Maycott three weeks of stable duty yesterday, I think he went pretty easy on you.' She carried on as if he wasn't blatantly ignoring her. 'And we're playing Capture the Flag tomorrow, and I figured you could team up with mine and the Apollo cabin. Clarisse is still pissed at me, but I'm pretty sure we can take her. And then your parents are coming down-'
'Annabeth,' he muttered, interrupting her chirpy voice, 'stop trying to cheer me up.'
He turned his head to look at her, her face was only inches away from his. ‘Please,’ he said.
'Annabeth!' he groaned into his pillow.
She huffed and went silent for a moment. and for that moment, Percy thought he might have won, he clearly forgot who his girlfriend was in that moment. The next thing he knew, Annabeth was lying on top of him, feet tangling with his and her chin on his shoulder.
'What are you doing?' his voice was muffled even as he turned his head to the side.
'Giving you a hug,' she said. 'I think you need one.'
And he did. actually.