Will leaned into his dad, letting his head rest against Apollo's. He found himself relaxing, honestly something he never really was able to do before with Apollo. For one, well, Apollo had usually been in dreams, not physical. And when he was? Well, he was Lester. And it was Weird. Dad but not dad? Kind of dad? So, he was gradually adjusting to having an actual father around. Someone to talk to and guide him and lean on. That was a trip and a half. Someone to lean on. Who wasn't like, Chiron or Mr. D (did he even count?) So he let himself relax and just feel and realize that his dad's was hugging him. Which was. Kind of cool.

" Or maybe learning things about your parents that were right in front of your face. It's not just you. It's....my entire view on life. I've separated the good parts and the bad parts and, I'm just starting to realize that's not realistic. Or healthy." Thanks Persephone. He got all that from one short convo. At least, that's what he thought you were trying to say.

"You never hid who you were, not really. I mean, maybe I didn't always see all sides of you but, I didn't accept or understand the you given to me even from the collection of stories I had in the Apollo cabin. Collection of stories I gave younger campers to guide them." It was kind of ridiculous, the set of blinders he had on. Maybe, just maybe, Apollo could relate.

"And in turn, I guess, trying to figure out who and what that makes me." That was probably the real reason he never had tried his plague powers before, had never dared to entertain that he could.

That and his Star Wars obsession.