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Jason and Annabeth were discussing something and Leo was feeling like shit.
Aside from like, the whole, the world's ending and we're on a quest to stop it-thing, there was also the whole hey, my mom is dead and and I feel like crap randomly, and then also the, my brain is being a bitch for no reason and I can't concentrate and I play it off but my thoughts feel like mush and I feel like I'm about to start crying-thing. And he didn't like any of those things, but sadly, he couldn't turn his brain off.
Sometimes he desperately wished he could. Like right now. He leaned his head back and squinted at the ceiling, hoping that if he stayed a bit stiller, his mind would too; but that only served to upset him even more. Leo felt like screaming and crying at the same time and the fact that Jason and Annabeth were seriously arguing now did nothing to help. He wasn't a very sensitive person, the gods may bless them but he was different, but this was getting way over his head.
He missed his mom. He missed her so much.
Leo zoned out a bit, and his fingers moved without his brain really contributing to it, tapping out morse code, drumming it on the table.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Across the table, Percy started drumming his own rhythm. Leo looked back down from the ceiling at him so fast he felt like he was about to get whiplash.
The son of Poseidon was staring at him, features unreadable as always. He was tapping much faster than Leo ever did, and he needed a couple of seconds to understand what he was saying at all.
I love you too.
I love you too.
I love you too.
Leo stared at Percy, and Percy stared back. Then, the older demigod spelled out, Is everything alright?
He blinked. I'm fine, he slowly managed to tap. Thanks for asking.
Percy frowned at him. Mentiroso, he drummed on the table.
Leo was about to get a headache. No hablarás en serio, he tapped, You speak Spanish?
Desde luego, Percy drummed back, expression slightly irritated. Embustero.
Entiendo, tú cola, Leo aggressively drummed back.
The corner of Percy's mouth curled upwards. Tranquilizarse, chico. Yo soy inquieto.
Leo's fingers stilled. Eventually, he tapped out, Fine. I'm going to be okay. I just miss my mom, that's all.
Percy stopped smiling. Lo siento. Life's unfair.
I know.
It was easier to drown the stupid argument Jason and Annabeth were having out when he watched Percy's fingers flexed against the table – watched that untameable energy that the older demigod emitted, like he was wild through and through and inviting everybody to deal with it. Leo thought, just maybe, he'd understand.
Also, my ADHD is being a hijo de puta, he spelled out.
Percy's mouth quirked into the ghost of a smile again. El mió también. It's better when we've got something to do that busies our minds, huh?
Much better. Can you teach me something?
The question was abrupt, Leo knew that, but Percy looked like he'd been expecting it. Like their messy minds somehow worked the same ways, wired wrong and functioned wrong and only right when they were like this.
What?
Idk, he spelled out, and Percy pressed his lips together, eyes dancing with silent laughter at the dumb abbreviation. Fighting. You kick ass.
Gracias, chico. Just tell me when you need distraction. I'm always up anyway.
Leo crouched his eyebrows together. You don't get much sleep, do you?
Percy's eyes lost the humorous spark. It died so quickly that Leo felt sorry for killing it.
Not after everything, no.
He cast Annabeth and Jason a glance. I bet you have some good stories to tell. I wanna hear all of them, no excuses.
Do you?
Yes. I do.
When Leo looked back at Percy, a crooked smile was lighting his sea-green eyes up again. Okay then, chico.
Stop calling me kid. I'm like two years younger than you.
One, I think. And I don't care.
Puta.
Pelotudo.
Is this Supernatural?
Most fucking certainly yes it is.