Leo was used to flying now. He did it so often, it was second nature. Festus was a pretty good navigator so Leo could zone out for hours and not have second thought about where they were going. So he did.
Why not?
He had shown up at that airport expecting to be reunited with his best friends after they thought he was dead. He was thinking he would say something like, "Surprise, guys! I'm alive and I've got my new magical girlfriend safely stashed away in Indianapolis. Maybe you could meet her someday."
Instead, he was greeted by Piper crying and telling him that Jason was dead. And suddenly he felt guilty for taking the physician's cure. Jason wasn't going to get it, so why should Leo have had it? Sure, Leo had purposely died to prevent Gaia from destroying the planet with her evil giant children, but he'd had Asclepius' magic revival potion to bring him back. Maybe he could see if some god of time would let him go back and swoop in to save Jason?
But hadn't Percy destroyed that god? And wasn't Kronos a Titan?
It didn't matter. Going back probably wouldn't fix anything. Even if he told Jason he would die, he would have charged into battle without a second thought, ready to die again for his friends.
It was so Jason not to care if he died to save other people.
Leo wished he could do that, but he'd worry about Calypso and their garage and actually having a normal-ish teenage life where he went to high school and hung out with friends.
Gods, why did Jason do that?
Sure, he and Piper weren't together anymore—something Leo thought was ridiculous, since they had been head over heels for each other since Jason had gotten his memory back from Hera—but why would that stop him? There were probably hundreds of girls who do anything to go out with him.
And—Festus started descending, pulling Leo out of his hours long pity festival. Had they really reached Indianapolis already? How long ago did they leave Piper and her dad behind?
Indianapolis sprawled out in front of him, the lights winking in the distance. Festus landed on the roof of the Waystation, careful not to crush the various beds of vegetables and fruit. At the noise, Calypso burst from the roof door, a wide grin pasted across her face.
Calypso wrapped her arms around Leo, squeezing him tight. He returned he favor, pulling her close to him, and failing to hold back the tears he had staved off for the last two days. He cried into her shoulder as she traced soothing circles with her palms on his back until his tears turned to hiccuping cries and he pulled away.
"Thank you," he said hoarsely.
Calypso held onto his arms, searching his eyes for something, anything other than the bone-deep sadness pouring off him. "What happened?"
"Jason, um, Jason died," Leo managed, staring intently at a bed of tomatoes. "He was fighting another emperor and—" A sob choked out the rest of his words and the tears came back in full force.
"Oh, Leo," Calypso said quietly, wrapping him up in her arms again.
Georgina glanced up at the two, seeing Leo's tears, and hugged their legs tightly. Emmie pulled her away and handed her the basket, silently ordering her to leave them to their grief.
Georgina looked stubbornly at her mother and tugged Leo's pant leg.
He looked down at her.
"He'll be there," she said, staring at the ground, "waiting for all of you."