The side’s of Percy’s mouth (so frequently creased into a frown) turned upward. “Then we’ll show them all how wrong they are.” He determined giving her hands one last squeeze. They may think him naive, but when it came to love wasn’t everyone?

Percy stood up, his face lightening slightly as he walked over to the sideboard to make himself a drink. “Now that that’s settled,” Percy started, turning back to face her with two glasses of wine in his hand. He cleared his throat feeling slightly nervous as he addressed what else was bothering in what he hoped was a light tone. “I won’t have you feeling guilty for reading something in your own house.” It certainly wouldn’t do for her to have that guilt ridden expression every time he came into a room and she had so much as a book open in her lap. “You are curious and it would be unfair of me to invite you to share in this life and not expect you to look at what is around you.” Thank Merlin the words weren’t tripping over his lips. “This,” He gestured at the room around them, “Is yours too. Please don’t apologize again for ....” Percy found he was unsure exactly how to phrase it, “Looking into things.” And there had been trying to be such a gentleman with how he addressed the matter only to stumble with his words at the end. Attempting to cover up the awkwardness he handed Annabeth her glass of wine.