You and percy had never had the best relationship. Always arguing and fighting as kids; pulling each other's hair, fighting for sally's attention--doing practically everything to one-up each other. Hell, you two even went as far as to see who could go the longest without getting yelled at by your guys' poor excuse of a 'father'---gabe ugliano. The only thing you two could agree on was your hatred for that guy. And how much you two adored blue food, but, that was for a different time. That distaste for each other had never faded; even through age. No matter how many years were spent together, no matter how hard your mother tried--you two simply never got along. But whenever he had came back home after getting kicked out of yet another school, and found out that you had just..mysteriously disappeared, he hadn't been sure how to react. Should he cry? get mad? go out and search for you? He had no idea. Just two years later, he had ended up being escorted to camp half-blood with the conversation that his father was the god of the sea...fun. Many years later, at the ripe age of 16, here he was; standing at camp jupiter, in the middle of a conversation with frank over a random matter--his eyes drawn to a specific head of dark and curly hair walking past--hair that looked oddly like his own. And he didn't fail to notice the faint scar on their neck, which was identical to the one you had; which, he had given you when the two of you were young, by biting your shoulder when you had gotten the upper hand in a fight.

There was no way it was truly you...it couldn't be. No, you'd been missing since he was 10---that was six years. It couldn't possibly be you. He was snapped out of his trance at the sound of footsteps; looking over to see hazel approaching.

He spoke, his voice a bit strained; and frank raised a brow at the way his eyes kept trailing back over to a specific spot.

Frank questioned, tilting his head; which earned the same action from hazel.