Apollo had to leave again the next day. He had hidden sharp objects from Percy just in case, which Percy was adamantly irritated about.
"Perseus."
Percy flinched, looking up to see none other than Poseidon standing in front of him.
"Sorry for scaring you," Poseidon said sheepishly. "I just wanted to ask how you were doing. Apollo voiced some concerns."
"Oh," Percy said simply. "I'm- I'm fine."
"The cuts on your arm beg to differ," Poseidon argued softly.
Percy bit his lip, glancing away.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, son. I know you have said no many times, but I must once again ask of you, would you like to become immortal?"
Percy froze.
What did he have anchoring him to mortality? Annabeth was gone, the seven and the others didn't talk anymore, his mother was dead.
And Apollo was now his boyfriend. An immortal.
In the end, one conclusion remained.
"I'd... I'd like that."
