¹ 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ! - [Percy Jackson.]

ACT II - 2.4

❝ NIGHT IS A WORLD

LIT BY ITSELF. ❞

None of them were very excited to travel that night, so they decided to wait until the morning. Percy and Grover crashed on the leather couches in Geryon's living room, Tyson took the floor and Annabeth slept in one of the many guest rooms. Lucena lead a quiet Nico into the kitchen.

"Sit," She said. "I'm going to make you Pastina soup."

He sat down on one of the kitchen chairs. "Why?"

"Because you need to eat, kid," She smiled. "And so do I."

She took out onion, celery and carrots from the fridge, and began finely chopping them.

"You don't like being touched." Nico said out of literally nowhere.

Lucena froze for a moment so short, he wasn't even sure if he imagined it or not. "How do you know?"

"I'm observant," He shrugged.

"No, I don't," She agreed.

"Why?"

She knew what Nico was doing. He was making her talk about herself to distract himself from the pain of losing his sister. She understood that, she often did the same. But how the fuck do you explain something like that to an eleven year old? Granted, he wasn't a normal eleven year old.