Crestfallen
It had been a little over two months since Percy had last seen or even heard from Nico. He could understand that Nico probably had no idea that so much time had even passed. After all, time worked differently in the Underworld. But that knowledge didn't help soothe his worries or loneliness. Whenever Nico was gone for so long he worried that perhaps one day his Ghost King would simply never return to him. Those were the days that a crestfallen expression would refuse to leave his face. His friends would try their best to console him but they already knew that nothing short of Nico would heal him. And still, Percy waited. Waited for his lover to return and greet him with a kiss. How he longed for him… "Hey Percy."