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PERCY'S POV
The clearance ends up leading us to the opposite side of the city. The city is just how I left it. Not too pretty, and extremely loud. I hold onto Grover like he's my life support. Grover doesn't make any moves to get away from me, which is terribly flattering. Unless he didn't want to move away from me to make me feel bad...?
"The city has changed," he laughed, "I haven't been out here in what feels like forever," I smile, looking around. Compared to the forest the city is so busy. There are people running, walking, driving in all directions.
I can feel myself trying to keep up with each person as we walk by them, but I just can't. There are just so many people. I guess I've never been away from the city long enough to notice how packed it really was. I looked back to Grover, his face gave off a sickly pale color.
Is he okay? He looks like he just saw a ghost. I ignored it, maybe he just had terrible anxiety. If something was wrong Grover would have told me. I don't think he would have ever kept a secret from me. We trust each other.
That's what a protector should be, right? Someone who protects you, and you feel protected by. Grover would never lie to me. And I would never lie to him. We made our way down the street, thank gods we were walking, the cars were all backed up with traffic. While we were walking, I stole one more glance at Grover.
He still looked nervous.
"Hey," I let go of his hand. I barely realized I was holding it. "You would tell me if something was bothering you right?" I whispered, batting my eyelashes seeing if it had an effect on him.
"O-Of course!" Grover squeaked. Maybe it was anxiety... he couldn't be nervous around me... I didn't make him feel anything... right?
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protection
أدب الهواةGrover, protectionist. Percy, in need of protection. When Percy is thrown into camp half-blood, his best friend, Grover is ultra-protective of him. Was it just his job, or was it something more? (Art Not Mine)
