#yesss i am HERE for this dynamic let's gooo ;w;

[tidaltow]

❛  god, this is so embarrassing. i need your help, okay ?  ❜ ( from thalia ! )

@cinnamunspice || meme

“Which part? That you need help, or that you need my help? You're gonna have to be more specific.” Percy figures, hey, if Thalia Grace is seeking out my help, it's probably something pretty serious. So, consequently, he isn't taking it seriously—yet. Look, in his defense, she herself seemed mostly fine and seemed massively more . . . peeved than actually upset. He'd start worrying the moment she showed up at his doorstop in rags and tears (of both varieties pronounced those two different ways because English made so much sense) begging him.

For now . . . ? Yeah, sue him; he's gonna take advantage of his strong, independent, typically-has-no-issue-taking-care-of-herself friend needing him. Specifically him.

Your Fatal Flaw is loyalty, not pride, dude. Chill.

Percy leans against the doorframe, crosses his arms while he looks at her in the dim light. “Is this like a 'I need to come inside and talk about the crap going on' thing or a 'I'll explain on the way' thing?” His fingers run over his pocket, like somehow Riptide wouldn't already be there ready for the latter. And, just as equally a massive somehow here, he actually does chill enough to add more earnestly, “What's going on, Thalia?”