Kallen walked happily in the silence, still a bit too tired and moody to be talkative yet. The day seemed to be quiet, with not too many people wandering the streets. That was good. That meant less witnesses to see the two of them walking along. He steadily kept his eye out for anyone who could be suspicious or following them. Of course there was no one, but he could never be too safe.

When Percy began to talk, Kallen was surprisingly calm, even though he had been sure he would've been upset. "I dunno," he sighed, "The only person I've ever been close to is James, so I guess him. He's really the only person I've ever cared about..." There was no lie in that. No one else in Kallen's life really mattered to him. James was the only one who was unconditionally kind to Kallen, and was typically the only person who Kallen trusted. But right now, he was beginning to trust Percy bit by bit, which was quite odd for Kallen. "Who would you want in it?"