[Annabeth has always been the more independent of the two of them. Where Luke has a tendency to ask for things and whittle things out of their parents and even moreso out of Thalia with a little effort, Annabeth has always been straightforward and free. He's worried as it is, but not enough to call her on it. He loosely drapes the blanket over her and surprisingly (or maybe not, really) keeps holding onto her hand. There's a soft snort when she makes that promise but he doesn't think much beyond it. His free hand comes up and picks up the gray strand in her hair, frowning as he idly twirls it.

Where this came from, he doesn't know. Annabeth hasn't acknowledged it so maybe it's just something she's trying out. He smushes his face further into his pillow but he appears thoughtful at the question.]

Probably if I tell them I've been finding bugs in the back of my closet. [He doesn't have a problem lying to their parents now, a habit he's developed on his own. His lips draw into a line though.] They've been following you? [The question even surprises him. He knows Annabeth isn't fond of spiders and has noticed they seem to appear around her, but he has no reason to think that spiders are truly sentient enough to genuinely pinpoint Annabeth over other members of the family...right?] We can ask them in the morning. I, um. [An awkward pause.] ...got a few things I might need to ask them, too.