Summary: Maybe Percy is perhaps a little too good at his job as wingman.

Percy was overcompensating, he knew. Sabotage wasn't his style but Jason was his Bro. If it weren't for him things might have turned out different. Percy most certainly wouldn't be in this predicament. Why did it have to be so complicated?

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

The savior of Olympus buried his face deeper into the winged mare's fur. He groaned, well aware of what was about to come. He should have never gifted Will the stupid list of world's cringiest icebreakers - Valdez approved or not. People started to talk behind the head counselor's back as he continuously made a fool of himself. Percy didn't want that, didn't want the healer's reputation to suffer. After all, Will was his friend too. And nobody deserved to be put in a box with Leo's abysmal flirting skills. At least he got sneakier. Here at the stables chances were pretty low that someone would witness the tragedy that was going to unfold. Also, very low chances that someone would find the body once the son of Hades decided enough was enough.

"Or should I walk by again?" Mr. Sunshine grinned into Nico's hair.

The son of Poseidon ran a hand down his face. What was the idiot thinking? He was supposed to be smarter than this! Why didn't he gave up? Not in a hundred years, Percy could have predicted that Will would actually go through with this mental torture. And definitely not use all of those horrendous lines. Sure, it was hilarious. The earnestness with which the child of Apollo delivered this garbage was admirable and Nico's baffled expression was indeed priceless.

Percy looked at the pair once more. What started as a big old joke had slowly morphed from annoyance to friendly banter and ultimately became something else. Percy had to admit the healer would be good for Nico. He sighed. Will wasn't a maybe. In a bizarre way, the two made sense. Yin and Yang. Jason's devastated face popped up in his mind and he clenched his fists.

"Go ahead," Nico playfully shoved Will off. "I need practice hitting a moving target," he teased.

The other laughed, taking the rejection like a champ and Percy didn't intervened. They would thank him later.

The cavalry arrived right then and there, albeit in the most unlikely form imaginable. Clarisse La Rue.

"You're late," the daughter of war scowled imposingly at the couple.

A very primal part of Percy wanted to jump between her and Nico.

"A wizard is never late," Will snickered and she rolled her eyes.

"For training, nerd."

"Huh?" Will was 99% sure that they had said 4 p.m, not 3.

"Didn't we -"

"I don't have all day. You're in or not?" Her strict attitude was intimidating.

"Fine. I'll catch up in a sec," Will faltered.

"You better," she semi threatened, before heading to the exit.

"Sorry man, this is getting kinda out of hand," the healer rubbed the back of his neck.

Nico raised a brow. "Oh, really?"

"I -"

"Solace!" Clarisse roared from the other end of the stables. "Move!"

"Next time, I promise."

Nico looked not convinced.

After a moment of Will oddly bouncing on the balls of his feet, he leaned forward. Percy frowned. The hell? From his position, he couldn't quite make out what happened. Either the son of Apollo whispered something into Nico's ear or -

"I need to go," Will said abruptly.

Nico didn't follow. Eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open, he lifted a hand to his burning cheek, and then Nico smiled, a soft, fond thing Percy had never seen before on his face. Oh no.

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"Jason you must come to tonight's campfire. I got a fool proved plan," he told his golden buddy.

Jason made a face and Percy pouted.

"You have no faith in me, do you?"

"None at all," the son of Jupiter deadpanned.

AN: I hope this fixes at least some issues with Percy's OOC behavior. Thanks again YourOrdinaryReader for pointing it out :)