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"Percy," Annabeth murmurs, trying to not violently shock her boyfriend out of his focused state of mind. It's so rare that he's able to buckle down and study like this, so she really shouldn't be bothering him, but it's getting late and even the renowned Percy Jackson can't resist the human body's need for sleep.
"Hmm?" he hums and tilts his head toward her, but his eyes stay stuck on the notes in front of him.
"I'm all for test preparation, but I don't want you to stress yourself out too much. Come to bed." Annabeth is practically falling asleep right there, blinking her eyes open every few seconds and snuggling into the blanket. While she had gotten up earlier than him that morning, it would still be an impressive feat if Percy outlasted her. If she's struggling to stay awake, she can't imagine how he's feeling.
"Just let me finish this one thing."
"You said that twenty minutes ago," Annabeth reminds him. When he doesn't reply, she swings her legs over the side of the bed with a huff, standing to walk towards Percy. The ironicity of the situation doesn't escape her, the amount of times it was Percy who came up behind her and massaged hunched shoulders, just like she was doing to him now, is uncountable. "And, to be honest, you're starting to sound a little like me."
"Maybe if I sound like you, all your smartness will leak into my brain." He flips from one page of notes to another.
Annabeth chuckles, glad he's at least somewhat engaging in the conversation. "I think we have enough of me in this relationship." She isn't lying. Her siblings at Camp Half-Blood are amazing, and she loves their ability to just click with and understand one another, but they can drive her up the wall at times. Hell, she annoys herself sometimes. The way Percy's personality is opposite to her's in certain ways creates a pleasing balance that's been a part of her life for so long, she isn't sure she'd be able to survive without it.
"But I'm so close to finishing reviewing the notes on this chapter!" he whines.
Shifting closer and wrapping her arms around broad shoulders from behind, Annabeth says, "You know as well as I do that pushing yourself too hard does no good." It's a gentle reminder of the years of their life, not too long ago, when they forced themselves far past the reasonable limit, living on dangerously low amounts of sleep and never getting enough relaxation time of the physical, mental, or emotional kind. Their lives from twelve to seventeen did as much bad as it did good for their body and mind. Even now, in college, with things relatively calm (albeit, by their skewed standards), there are still hectic happenings inside and out of their demigodly lives. College is college, sometimes fun but also stressful. They have their families and friends to keep up with – Estelle, Matthew, and Bobby are growing at an alarmingly fast rate – and now Norse gods to deal with too, apparently. But the weight of the world is neither literally nor figuratively on their shoulders again, so that's always a plus in Annabeth's book.
"Yeah I know," Percy sighs and closes the notebook, rubbing his eyes.
Annabeth drops a kiss under his ear. "Thank you."
"Says the girl who I should be thanking for saving my ass a million times," he murmurs before turning to capture Annabeth in a soothing kiss that leaves her warm all over.
"That's completely forgivable if you get yourself into bed with me," she mumbles against his lips.
