At some point, Annabeth reaches over and links their pinkies together and the simple gesture turns into Percy clasping her hand, and they stay that way, her small palm cradled in his warm calloused one. (Annabeth thinks one of the stars smiles.)
Some time later, Annabeth decides she doesn't like being so far away from him so she uses their clasped hands to pull herself into him, and they stay that way, his smile hidden in her mane of gold thread, and stars strewn through Percy's midnight locks. Annabeth smiles into the hollow of Percy's throat once (or twice.)
She pulls back to look at him, later. 'Percy?' It's amazing how his name rolls so easily off her tongue.
He looks at her from under his fringe of lashes, the starlight overlaying the blue-green of his irises.
'Do you belive in God?'
She can feel his laugh ricochet through her body and she feels herself relax a little bit. His voice is like warm honey. 'We kinda have to, Wise Girl.'
'Not like that,' she says, laughing and swatting him. 'You know what I mean.'
'I do?'
She swats him again harder this time, but both know she could've done a lot worse. Percy doesn't know which part of their relationship he enjoys the most, but this is definitely a plus point.
He takes a second to think about it. 'Yeah. I guess.'
'Which one?'
He laughs again and looks at her, a happy sparkle in his eyes. Annabeth takes a moment to appreciate the quirk of his delinquent mouth.
'Gods, Annabeth how many could there be?' He says, laughing. She smiles in response to the snark in his voice.
'You of all people should know.' She tries to sound stern but she's not succeeding, and how could she? The sky is beautiful and no one's plotting murder and Percy, the physical embodiment of sunlight and warmth, is holding her.
He pretends to look dumb. She snorts into his chest. He smiles into her neck, presses a kiss into the soft skin there.
'I don't know which one. I'd just like to believe that there's someone that's been watching out for us, you know,' he says, looking into her eyes, as if he's worried she won't get it.
She smiles. 'Me too,' she says, playing with his fingers.
Percy curls himself around her again, curls a lock of her hair around a long finger.
(Annabeth knows something will eventually go wrong but she'll forget as long as they're together.)