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Percy is already awake after the events of the night, so he rises from his bed and heads to the kitchen. He doesn’t anticipate getting back to sleep anytime soon, not with how fresh the memories are. How much his mind is spinning, trying to process them. It’s too much happening to return to sleep now that he’s woken. So he might as well get a glass of water, maybe a snack, and listen to music until his mom and Paul wake up.
He’s rummaging for ice cubes in the dark when the kitchen light flicks on. It’s Paul, audibly yawning. “Percy? What are you doing up?”
Percy shrugs, dropping the ice into his glass with a soft plop before setting it on the counter. “Can’t sleep. Why are you up?”
He turns to see Paul rubbing his eyes, and wordlessly fills another glass as Paul says, “I heard you in here and came to check if you were okay. Demigod dreams?”
Percy laughs. “Yeah, I can never escape those. Here you go.” Ice crackles and Paul drops his hand from his eyes to take the glass, muttering his thanks. “This one wasn’t so bad though. It was actually p-” He stops, having looked up properly. Percy is incredibly glad his own water is on the counter, otherwise he would have dropped it and they do not need to have two broken glasses in one day. “You have got to be kidding me.”
Paul blinks at him. “What?”
Percy sighs like he’s holding the sky again. “Does the name Atheneos ring any bells for you?”
The best description he has for what happens is that Paul blue-screens. His mouth opens and closes several times until, finally, “ Son ?”
Percy grins and flashes a thumbs up. “‘Sup. What are the odds?”
Paul, his adoptive father of one life and stepfather of another, just knocks back his glass of water like it’s alcohol. “I am so glad I met your mother but Percy I am so tired of being roped into the gods’ messes. Can they please leave you alone?”
“Feel that. Never would I have thought I would be collecting dads in this life on top of the demigod stuff.”
He gets a long, suspicious look at that. “What do you mean, collecting dads?”
“Well, I’ve got Dad Dad, then I’ve got you. Who apparently has to be some shade of adoptive dad in every life. And then uhh I apparently have Costas. Which makes three!”
“Costas?”
Percy just grins, uses a squirt bottle to spray mist into the air, and tosses a drachma into it. “O Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, show me Costas Binici.”
Sadly, Percy does not get the satisfaction of waking the man up, he’s already awake. With his sketchbook. The man looks up with a confused frown.
“Percy, are you okay?” And then he processes who is standing next to Percy, staring at the Iris Message in horror. “ You ?”
Percy flashes his two fathers a shit-eating grin. “Good, the two of you remember each other. Have fun learning how to co-parent!”
And then he leaves Costas and Paul, Hektor and Odysseus, to it. He’s going to get so much shit for this in the morning but it is so worth it.