Third Person's POV.
Percy was in the middle of reviewing complex designs in his office when his private line rang. Hearing Ohio's frantic voice and the simple, devastating news "Nana is dead" felt like a physical blow. He didn't even drop the phone.
He immediately stood up, snatched his jacket, and ran out of his office. His stunned assistant grabbed her tablet and sprinted after him, struggling to keep up with his furious pace.
"Mr. Moore, where are you going?" she gasped, jogging to match his long strides through the gleaming hallway.
Percy didn't slow down. He just barked his instructions: "I need to leave the city. Now. Contact the pilot and cancel all my meetings."
His assistant did exactly as she was instructed.
An hour and forty minutes of tension, silent flight was all it took. The minute the jet touched down, Percy knew there was no time to waste. A black car and driver were already waiting for him on the tarmac. He gave the address to Nana's house—and was driven immediately, the luxury car flying through the familiar, small-town roads.
The moment Percy was let into the quiet, somber house, Ohio walked beside him in the hallway. Her face was pale, etched with exhaustion and fear. She didn't offer a greeting or an explanation. She simply pointed toward the end of the hall.
"His room," she whispered, her voice rough.
Percy didn't knock. He flung the door open.
The sight that greeted him broke his heart all over again. Gemini was hunched over on the floor in the corner of the room, looking like the walking dead. He was completely still, his eyes wide and vacant, his shirt wrinkled, surrounded by a suffocating silence. He was holding himself together by sheer force of will, but the effort was visible.
"Hey, Bunny," was the only thing Percy said. The pet name Nana used to call him cut through the quiet.
Gemini looked up, surprised and disbelieving. His beautiful blue eyes scanned Percy, shocked to see him there, halfway across the world. Then, the dam broke. His eyes brimmed with tears, the painful, held-in flood finally pushing past his control.
Percy knelt down immediately, ignoring the shock of his knees hitting the hardwood floor. He opened his arms, urging Gemini to come to him. That was all it took. Gemini launched himself forward, burying his face against Percy's neck, and finally broke down, letting out all the pain he had held in since Nana died—the grief, the guilt, the loneliness, and the fear.
"It's okay, I'm here now, Bunny," Percy whispered into his hair, hugging him tightly, anchoring the younger man to the earth. "Everything will be alright."
Gemini cried until his body shook, soaking Percy's expensive suit with tears, but Percy just held him, rocking him gently.
Ohio, who had retreated to stand anxiously by the door, heard the sudden, desperate release of sound and was finally able to breathe easily. The terrifying silence was finally broken.
After a long time, the bedroom door opened. Percy walked out, carrying Gemini in his arms. Gemini was still clinging to him, head buried against Percy's shoulder, silent now, but clearly exhausted.
Percy stopped in front of Ohio, his expression drawn but resolute.
"I'm taking him," Percy said quietly, looking directly at Ohio. "He can't be here right now. Take care of whatever needs taking care of here. I'll handle everything else."
Ohio nodded, no questions asked. She watched the two figures go—Percy holding Gemini like his life depended on it—and she knew this was the only way her friend would survive the next few weeks.