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Alabaster shifted beneath the blanket thrown on him, the couch cushions creaking under his bodyweight. He didn't need to get away from under the wool to know where he was: Perseus and Annabeth’s living room. As usual. A peek confirmed his assumption. Pain pills and a glass of water sat on the coffee table next to the couch, Alabaster's sword and cards placed on the opposite wall far away from him.

Figures.

He brushed his fingers on his side, and the bandages wrapped around his body. The bitter taste returned to his mouth, like it always did whenever he was around the couple. He'd much rather they leave him to bleed out, much rather they didn't care if he died or not. That they would treat him more cruel.

Make it easier to stomach their affection.

It would hurt less that way.

"I'm worried about him," he heard Perseus murmur, footsteps getting closer. "I don't mind, but he's going to piss off the wrong person one day."

"Is this coming from you?" Annabeth, Alabaster would never mistake that voice for anyone else's, laughed.

"Hey!" He could imagine Perseus throwing his hands up, pouting and giving Annabeth his big seal puppy eyes. "I know how to hold my tongue. Mostly."

"True. You put your rage in your books."

Alabaster sighed, pulling the blanket further over his head.

"Are you awake?" Perseus whispered, grasping his limp hand sticking out under his blanket, interlocking their fingers.

Alabaster cursed him out. "I hope you had a hard time rinsing blood off of Anaklusmos."

"Yep, there he is," Annabeth grumbled, gently lifting his head to shove a pillow beneath it. "We didn't want to take the risk of moving you to bed due to your injuries."

Alabaster rolled the blanket down, pouting, staring at their hazy figures. "I hate you both. You more than her, Perseus."

"Yeah but you also love us." Perseus grinned cheekily, pressing a kiss to Alabaster's knuckles.

"Rest, Al." Annabeth started caressing his hair. "How are you going to take your revenge on Percy if you're always tired?"

"Can't kill me with those eyebags of yours, Torrington. Only yourself maybe."

"Now you're just making fun of me," Alabaster whined, wincing in pain as he turned his back towards them.

Still, he allowed himself to be lulled back to sleep, heart aching sweetly under the care of the most infuriating and charming couple he had ever met.