“And, Annabeth continued, it reminds me how long weve known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that? No, he admitted. So¦you knew you liked me from that moment? She smirked. I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then Okay, fine. She leaned in and kissed: him a good, proper kiss without anyone watchingno Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones. She pulled away. I missed you, Percy. Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, hed kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didnt really cover that.”
