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Who: Leo and Dany
What: Showing just how little they know about relationships.
Where: Cabin 9
When: Backdated to a day or two after the Red Room incident.
Why: Because brother/sister bonding over being totally confused.

There were some days where Leo loved what he did, and other days that he was really frustrated by it.

But it wasn't the machines' fault. Not at all! The resentment was more directed at his father, Hephaestus. Sure, the guy was a genius when it came to machines. Leo liked to think he'd inherited that trait, in addition to the lame "blessing" of fire. It balanced out well enough, right? Well, tack on the social ineptitude and the scales tipped a little.

Not that he was always bad with people. Leo liked being around everyone, and he was friendly. He liked making them all laugh. But when it came down to the important stuff, like feelings and thinking and stuff, he didn't have the slightest clue what was going on. Sometimes, he didn't want to know what was going on. It was all too complicated; losing yourself in a machine, with math and logic to explain how it worked, was so much easier.

So after dinner that night, while he was lying on his back on top of the bunk's pile of blankets playing with Caelum, he asked Dany hesitantly, "Did you ever talk to Enjolras?" It seemed to come out of the blue, but they never did really talk about that after the dance, and he's got some questions about his own situation, too. That was the best way he could think of to approach it.

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That was it. That was the question she was waiting for, almost, but conspicuously avoiding. She rolls herself up into her blankets a little more like a burrito, almost as a defense. It was something she was still hurting about, especially since they only recently had to deal with almost losing so many campers. Still, Leo had tried to help her in this matter. She nods a little bit, straightening up.

"I have. It...did not go as I'd hoped."