"And," Annabeth continued, "it reminds me how long we've known each other. We were , Percy. Can you believe that?" "No, he admitted. "So...you knew you liked me from that moment?" She smirked. "I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then--" "Okay, fine." She leaned in and kissed: him a good, proper kiss without anyone watching--no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones. She pulled away. "I missed you, Percy." Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he'd kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. didn't really cover that."