I DO NOT OWN PJO, IT BELONGS TO UNCLE RICK
THEMES OF DEPRESSION, SELF-HARM, ABUSE, AND DEATH ARE EXPRESSED THROUGHOUT THIS STORY. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THESE THINGS, DO NOT READ THE STORY
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There were still problems. There always were.
Leo would go too long without eating or sleeping, he would relapse, he would have days where all he could think of was cutting.
But it was better. He was helped.
Percy would remind him to eat, Annabeth would read him to sleep. Jason would ask questions while he worked, Piper made sure he never felt alone. Hazel made sure he never felt inferior, and Frank would curl up with him as a cat whenever he had a bad day.
So yes, it was still hard. Yes, there were still problems.
But now he had people to help him. People who cared. People who would calm him after a nightmare, and hold him while he cried. People who would help him figure out his problems, and make him feel better.
Slowly, Leo Valdez became less and less broken.
And here we are! The end of Our Broken Repair Boy. Thank you all so much for sticking by me with the slow updates, mediocre writing and inconsistency. I loved writing this fic, and I hope you enjoyed reading it. See you next fic!