100 Moments for a Couple Never Meant to Be

by Percyjacksonfan3

Written for the 100 Drabbles/100 Prompts challenge. I was given 100 prompts, a couple, and was told to write 100 drabbles for each, each one less than 600 words. Leo/Reyna goodness, everybody, who doesn't want to read that? Rated M for later chapters. All rights go to Rick Riordan!

67. Humour

67. Humour

Reyna doesn't really joke often. Out of the two of them, Leo's the jokester. He's the one who pulls pranks and teases and makes up weird nicknames.

Leo's the funny one. Reyna's accepted that. She's more serious by nature, and that's okay with her. It's not like she never laughs, she just knows when it's time to actually be concerned over something.

She's always loved Leo's humour, no matter how many times she tells him otherwise, but one day she can't help but wish he would be able to have one conversation. Gods know she's not someone who likes to talk about feelings and what their relationship is or anything like that, but even she needs some clarity and reassurance occasionally. She starts to wish after a while that they could make it through one conversation without him making an ill-timed joke, them deciding to have sex instead of talk, or one of them accidentally insult the other with an offhand comment.

She gets home from work stressed and tired, walking into their apartment and throwing her keys on the coffee table, not caring when they slide off the other side.

It should be easier than this, shouldn't it? Being together. They should know by now-

She walks into the kitchen to find a plate of spaghetti waiting for her on the counter, along with a note.

Rey,

I know you've been having a tough time at work lately- being all lawyery and stuff- and I know you need some time to yourself to relax. I drew a bath and it's ready for you, and I made the spaghetti. (Don't worry I checked, it actually tastes pretty good.) You may need to warm the food a little, but take as long as you need. I'm at Jason's for the night and won't be home until later.

Love,

Leo.

She's not tearing up, okay.

She takes the spaghetti and eats it in front of the TV, watching a How I Met Your Mother rerun and thinking silly inconsequential things like how much she loves Robin and Barney together and that she's in love with her husband.

(Okay, the last one isn't silly at all, it's pretty damn important.)

And when she gets into the bath that has candles around it, enough bubble bath to last hours and rose petals on the floor, she thinks maybe she doesn't need to talk at all. Maybe she just needs to be taken care of once in a while.

She's glad she's found somebody to do that for her.