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[ relief immediately floods him - and then he feels guilty for feeling relieved. annabeth doesn't deserve to be stuck here anymore than the rest of them; yet, when he's with her, he knows he's in capable hands.

(gods, this is a Conflicting feeling.) ]

Welcome home.
Hope you made it back safe and sound?

I'm in one piece.

[ which is as 'safe and sound' as demigods can really be. still, she feels...unsettled. ]

I also think I'm a bit more caught up now with what is going on back home.

Yeah? [ He's got a sinking feeling about this. ] Is this the kind of "caught up" where we should speak in person, or...?

Yes.

[ sorry lester, this isn't going to be super fun. ]

[ well, that confirms the lack of pleasant news ahead. ]

Okay. Where should I meet you?
My apartment in De Chima, a coffee shop, Fauxhalla...?

Your apartment is fine.
I can be there in an hour.

Sounds good. I'll see you soon.

[ Apollo attaches directions to his apartment in downtown De Chima, as well as instructions on waiting for security - their place is one of the higher end complexes, about two blocks walking distance from the Porter (and that choice was entirely on purpose).

An hour later, he's waiting in the lobby for Annabeth, leaning against a wall and scrolling through his phone as if this is business as usual for him. It kind of is, given how he waves at well-dressed businessmen and families alike, before giving her a bright smile. ]

Hey. Figured this would be easier than buzzing you in.

[ He swipes his card when they reach the elevator, leading her through a long hallway until they hit his place. When they enter, he motions towards the couches and the kitchen counter - there are barstools, in case she wants to linger, but also plenty of places to sit.

This may not be Mount Olympus, let alone the lifestyle Apollo's used to. It also is an apartment that would've been (and should've been) above Lester's paygrade - the booze cabinet in the kitchen, stocked to the brim with liquor, is more than enough proof. ]

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