Now Leo was a simple guy. A magical toolbelt and a robot dragon is all a guy really needs. Maybe a lovely lady who appreciated him for his good looks and charming personality but you can't have it all.
What he doesn't need, however, is a reminder of that last fact—him being miserably single and alone.
That's right. Percy and Annabeth were— "Making out on the rails, again?"
The strongest demigods of their generation leapt apart, red faced, and spun around to face him.
Leo resisted the urge to shake his head disapprovingly. Ever since the demigod duo had reunited in New Rome, they'd been attatched to the hip. It was sickening!
He never would've guessed Annabeth of all people would be into PDA. And he didn't know Percy too well but it didn't seem his style either.
"C'mon guys," Leo admonished, "there's children on this ship." He gestured towards Frank who had just finished swabbing the deck. Hazel was sitting on the bench beside him attempting to fix the oars.
The sun glistened off the freshy mopped deck and a light breeze flew through the bright white sails.
There was still a lot of work to be done to get his ship back in tip top shape after Chrysaor and his diet-cola fearing minions had invaded and everyone was doing their part in fixing up the Argo II.
Well, almost everyone.
Frank looked up to see Leo waving in his direction and started. "Hey! We're literally the same age!" He said, pointing his broom at him.
Shock of being called out wearing off, Annabeth rolled her eyes—though her cheeks (and Percy's) were still tinged with pink.
Leo watched her look to Percy quickly before looking back at him to stutter out, "Um, I— we—"
"Slipped!" Percy finished. Annabeth looked back at him wide eyed and he flushed even brighter.
Now, you see, this isn't a new occurance by any means. So, naturally, the only correct response was for Leo to find himself cracking up at their lame excuse. "Really? On her face?" he cackled, doubling over to laugh at the flustered pair.
At this point you'd think they'd just own it. Apparently not. Still, it never got old and Leo wondered how he was so terrified of these guys only a few days ago.
Then they glared at him and he remembered, swallowing.
"Yes, the floors are very slippery," Annabeth said, patting down her curls. "I think perhaps Frank is mopping a little too well."
The boy in question looked over again befuddled and Leo had to cover up another snicker.
But before he could shove a broom in each of their guity hands, Percy was already leading Annabeth away from the scene of the crime.
"Sorry man, we'll be right on those tasks after I look Beth over in the med room," he called back, an arm draped over his girlfriend's shoulders, "Make sure nothing bruised in the fall, an' all."
Leo watched, incredulous, as they walked away, Annabeth laughing into Percy's shoulder.
Shouting after them, Leo exclaimed, "Well when you both are done falling over, I left the chore list on the table in the mess hall!"
Realising they probably weren't even listening to him at this point, the boy just shook his head and let them off for now.
After all, they'd been seperated for 8 months and—if not him—atleast someone got to be happy and in love.