She looks at him, and he looks at her, and suddenly, it feels inevitable that they'll do it. They both know it, Percy suspects - they've just got to get to the point of saying it, yes, why not. It buoys him to think of it; he could walk a league today (and probably sleep for a day and a half after) off the feeling alone.

"We're already obvious," he says warmly, because they are. There's nothing subtle about the room they share, or the way he leans on her, or the way her eyes follow him. "If we kept this secret, it'd be a miracle."

And the idea of trying appeals more by the second.