( the fact that his girlfriend is wearing nothing but a towel hasn’t escaped his notice. he noticed the water droplets on her arms. annabeth had been so scared that she hadn't bothered to dry off. for the time being, nobody is gawking at her. a few people stick their necks out of their rooms in mild curiosity, not that percy picks up on that. he’s scanning the rows of showers for shadows, listening for the clack of claws or hooves. he’s debating whether he can snap a standing shower caddy into pieces to get a decent-sized piece of pole when he hears: not a monster.

his hand slips from the wall and he turns to look at annabeth again finally, attention pulled from the room. ) Then what?

( he doesn’t laugh at her, not after everything they’ve been through. )

Stay behind me. I’ll shake out your clothes. Make sure they’re spider-free. ( he gestures for annabeth to come closer, although it’s probably the last thing she wants. she probably wants him to set the entire room on fire, including her clothes, while she retreats away to put on anything else that hasn’t been contaminated. ) It was probably just the one.

( not to mansplain but if he can’t make the plumbing in the safehouse explode, then the only explanation he has is that the gods aren’t in this land. )

But I’ll look for it, okay?