Percy sat reading on his bed. He knew things would unravel soon enough, they always did but he couldn't keep his thoughts quiet. He hoped to satisfy his restless mind looking into prophecies of fates and oracles to find any more information about the prophecy surrounding him. After another run around with Luke, who had to be dead this time, he wasn't taking any peace for granted. A loud set of footsteps grew closer, and those footsteps were all too familiar. Percy sighed. He turned out the light he kept under the covers and threw them off to find Tyson by his bed. Tyson grinned, that bright, unapologetic expression Percy came to know over the past few months.

"Do you need something?" Percy prompted.

Tyson sat beside him, a little too hard, making the bedsprings jerk. The cyclops leaned back on his hands, and looked at Percy over his shoulder. "I saw you were awake and I thought I'd come, because I missed you."

Percy smiled slightly. He was used to this, Tyson's emotions being as unrestricted as that smile. Although he was used to being alone before he came, he told Percy not too long ago he'd gotten used to his company, looked forward to it in fact. The quieter son of Poseidon never admitted he felt the same, but it's not like his actions didn't speak enough for him.

"It's late, you should sleep."

"So should you." Tyson shrugged.

Percy couldn't argue that. He ran his fingers through his hair, shaking it out like he could cast away all those thoughts that ate at his nerves. It wouldn't do any good to fry his brain and lose sleep. Percy lay down, leaving the book on the bedside table. To his surprise Tyson did the same. Tyson's feet stretched off the bed, but he didn't seem to care. He just put his arms behind his head and smiled up at the ceiling. Percy's eyes, fully adjusted to the dark, could make out the grooves on the ceiling he stared at too.

"You're not sleeping." Tyson noted.

Percy laughed quietly. "I have a headache."

Although it wasn't keeping him from sleep, it wasn't a lie. Percy closed his eyes, so it was a surprise when warm fingers sank into his hair and began to massage his scalp gently. He thought to complain, because Tyson had to learn boundaries, but it felt nice so he didn't. Then, Tyson's gathered the smaller man in his arm and pulled him close. Percy found himself tucked into Tyson's side. Every breath Tyson took felt like the steady rock of the ocean which tugged Percy towards sleep.

"You don't have to do this." he whispered not knowing what else to say.

His brother's warm body was a comfort Percy didn't know he needed. His arm draped across Tyson's waist letting his actions to continue to speak for him, to assure Tyson he didn't want him to move.

Tyson's chin rested against Percy's hair. He murmured, "You'd do it for me."