The End of Everything

Fault

Thalia's POV

"Wake up." Reyna said bluntly for the eightieth time.

"No."

"Thals! Seriously, get up."

"No!"

"What's it gonna take?"

"You leaving and letting me sleep."

"Not happening. There's an afternoon meeting," Reyna sighed, and jumped up and down on the bed.

"I don't like meetings! They're stupid and dumb!" Groaning, I grabbed her by the ankle and tugged her down so she'd stop jumping.

"Stupid and dumb mean the same thing, babe," she laughed, not ending her annoying pursuit to get me out of bed.

"If you poke me in the ribs again I will bite your fingers off." Grabbing a pillow I covered my head with it.

"Right and what would you do without my fingers?" Reyna jerked the pillow from my grip and smacked me with it.

"You have a mouth!"

"You are absolutely insufferable sometimes! Just get your butt out of bed. It's not complicated!" Reyna growled smacking me hard on the back.

"Ow! I'm gonna have five freaking fingers on my back now thank you very much." I was quite certain a full handprint would be visible.

"Merry Christmas." Reyna huffed. Silence settled for a moment before I groaned and peeled my eyes open. Before she could squirm away in irritation I wrapped an arm around her and tugged her close.

"You don't even want to go to the meeting do you?" I knew to an extent that Reyna had been losing vital sleep overthinking pretty much everything. She probably just wanted another dumb distraction.

"It could be important," she protested.

"Then we'll hear about it anyways." Reyna frowned in distaste but grudgingly rested her head next to mine.

"You're so obnoxiously stubborn it makes me wanna-" She didn't finish the sentence. She just made two fists and opened and closed her hands.

"Strangle the air." I couldn't help but smirk at my own joke. Reyna on the other hand gave me a flat expression in return. "I'm kidding. I'm also sorry."

Reyna didn't say anything and her eyes just settled on the ceiling with a glassy look. I didn't like seeing her so anxious and troubled.

"Hey, talk to me." I nudged her out of her trance. "I know you've been having a hard time lately. Are you doing alright?"

"I don't think any of us are to be honest," she replied.

"I'm not talking about anyone else. I'm talking about you. My wife. Not my cousins or brother." Reyna grudgingly met my eyes. "I'm not gonna be upset. Promise."

Holding up my hand I offered her my pinkie. She gave me a skeptical look like she couldn't believe I was going to seriously pinkie promise her. With a roll of the eyes she took my pinkie in hers and gave a firm shake.

"There," I smiled. "Now what's got you upset Wonder Woman?"

"Nothing. I've just been thinking a lot lately. That's all. I can't really explain it," Reyna shrugged, eyes studying the white fabric of the sheets.

"What kind of stuff? Cool stuff?" I asked, trying not to be too direct so she wouldn't shut down and put up defenses. "Like maybe what would happen if someone mixed bacon with donuts? Or if rats could fly would we still technically have pigeons?"