It seemed like Percy was dropping it, as his only answer was to continue watching Chris and to furrow his brow.

Predictably, the orange hit him dead on with a light "whumph" before it fell down to the floor with a heavier thud. The fruit rolled a few inches before coming to a stop not far from his foot. He bit down the urge to kick it across the room and instead calmly bent down to retrieve it. "I was busy," he repeated. "I'm on the verge of figuring... something out." His grip on the orange tightened.

"Besides, there's been more to do with you-" The sentence died in his throat, leaving only a sigh and slumped shoulders. "Seriously, Chris, what's up?" There was no way he could let it drop.