Four days later, Nico had pretty well repressed how his battle with Percy had ended, ignoring the splash of color along his temple that was dissipating well with ointment. Now he was suffering through Luke's new training regimen that seemed to entail working Nico till he spit blood.

Which meant when he was done with practice for the day, he appreciated vegging out with games he could win.

Hearing the knock, Nico groaned and paused his game to go open the door, fully prepared to tell Percy to fuck off just because he could. But oh, that was so not Percy. "Oh, hey."