Chapter 620: The Weight of What We Know
Annabeth stayed rooted. There was something different in his voice. It wasn't teasing or playful. This sounded heavier.
And she couldn't explain why—there were many things she couldn't explain when it came to her reaction to him—but her chest tightened.
She turned back to look at him, and he was staring right at her, his eyes clouded—and it was obviously not just from the alcohol. That much was clear to her.
She had noticed there was something bothering him when she saw him earlier, but this… whatever it was, it was more than she had imagined.
Annabeth swallowed, then walked back to him slowly. She couldn't leave him alone in this condition after all.
He looked fragile at the moment, like he might break with one wrong word.
She stopped in front of him, then lowered herself to sit beside him again.
This time, she didn't leave as much space between them.
Her voice, when she spoke, was softer.
"What's wrong?"
