[ percy had wondered, at first, if this guy would be up to the job -- he can admit it. but peter proves more capable than expected (like with that heavy lifting). percy's reminded, a bit, of some kind of sports coach -- like those olympian athletes who go on to train the next generation of gold medalists. peter has that sense about him: a guy who was seriously impressive in his prime, but is still way more skilled than your average joe today. he more than does his part, works hard without complaining, and percy honestly couldn't ask for better help.

he isn't too familiar with roofing, specifically, but he's helped his mom around the apartment before, has helped build stuff like chariots at camp. he's tall and lean, deceptively strong, and takes to the job easily enough. he's always in motion, whether pulling things where they're needed, hammering away at the boards, or just fiddling idly with whatever's in his hands; the sea, ever restless, crashes in his veins. his demeanor is easy-going, but he's never quite relaxed, a quiet wariness sharp in his eyes, his bearing.

(they're exposed, high up like this. he hasn't seen any monsters here just yet, but he can think of at least five ways one could attack them now. faint scars on his skin bear testament to that.)

percy shrugs in response to that comment, doesn't immediately look up from the work. ]

They needed the help. And way more than anyone else who was there.

[ it's about that simple, as far as he's concerned. ]

I should be thanking you for going along with it. This would be a lot harder to do on my own.