The Seven were in the big house, helping Chiron sort through some old boxes.

"Who's 'Luke Castellan'?" Frank squinted at the picture he had grabbed from a box in the camp's attic.

Immediately, everyone noticed Annabeth stiffen and her grip on an old, broken sword tightened. Her gaze hardened and she looked scarier in that moment that she had in the war. Frank tried to drop the subject, but it still hung in the air.

Percy looked at her with a worried expression as he responded, "He was... A good guy." He decided, looking down at his hands.

Piper was chewing her lip thoughtfully, "I remember him. His picture was with Thalia's stuff."

"Yeah," Jason thought hard, "You were in that picture too, weren't you Annabeth?" Percy shot him a warning glance.

"Yes," She answered shortly, violently shoving a chunk of some kind of stone into the 'discard' bag.

Jason's eyebrows furrowed.

"Wait..."

"Don't," Percy ordered, narrowing his eyes at the boy. Jason held his gaze, then seemed to understand. He nodded.

"Are you okay, Annabeth?" This time it was Hazel. Sweet as could be, but still didn't get it.

"I'm fine." She said under her breath. She turned her face away to look into the discard bag, even though there was no reason to.

"Was he your...?" Piper trailed off, her eyes concerned, "He looked old."

"He was twenty-three." Annabeth answered easily, investigating an old newspaper cutout.

Jason met eyes with Percy and Percy tried to convey his annoyance with the boy fueling the conversation even more, but Jason did it anyway.

"How old were you?"

"He wasn't my..." Annabeth paused, furrowing her eyebrows as she thought. Percy sunk back in his seat, crossing his arms. He seemed... Bitter.

"You liked him?" Piper raised an eyebrow.

Percy turned his face away as a grimace crossed his features and Piper took that as a yes.

"He liked you." Leo piped up from where he sat on the rug, away from all the paper items lest he accidentally burn them.

"Shut up, Leo." Percy groaned, "Guys, let it drop."

"No, they had a question." Annabeth looked up finally, "It was whether I liked him or not. I did. End of story."

"I don't think you're telling us the whole thing." Leo trilled.

"She's not." Percy rolled his eyes, "The guy was a complete pervert--"

"Percy..." Annabeth shook her head at him.

"He was. I know, he was a hero in the end. But I don't... It's creepy." Percy shook his head, "You were sixteen and he was twenty-three, he shouldn't have even had feelings for you. But he did. And he hurt you." He huffed.

Everyone was kind of silent after that. Annabeth and Frank were the only ones still sorting, both needing something to do with their hands to hide their guilt. Annabeth kept subconsciously rubbing her arm, as if the ghost of a past pain was haunting her.

"That's a seven year age difference." Jason said, "That is kinda messed up."

"I was seven when I first met him. I looked up to him. Then... He turned on us." Annabeth said, "I didn't like him when he liked me. I was pretty much already with Percy." She was talking about her being his mortal point. About him telling her that by that time he'd already realized he loved her.

"It's still creepy." Leo muttered.

"Yeah, it is." Percy agreed, "But he's dead now."

Annabeth's face was pained and Percy felt a sharp stab of guilt. He made a mental note to apologize and to also watch what he was saying. He didn't think he could handle her leaving him over something stupid like him being too brisk at the topic of Luke Castellan.

"He would have never done anything about it, though." Percy said softly, "He was respectful."

"He was a hero." Annabeth pressed her lips together.

Silently, everyone went back to sorting.