Lucius supported his weight for a moment before finally letting go, his hands falling to his sides. Anything was fine. Probably water--water was a grand idea, actually.

Lucius tipped his head and exhaled. "I'll get something, don't worry."

The green tunic was draped over his shoulders. Lucius lifted his own arms, running his fingers along the fabric before looking up at Feo. There was a knife in the left side of the green tunic. Not that... Lucius had any experience using one in the slightest. If, on the rare off-chance, he ran into trouble... Lucius would probably run. There was less chance of injuring himself if he ran.

Lucius gave him a longer, brighter smile. "I'll be back, I promise. I love you, Feo, just take time to unwind, to relax," he urged quietly, stepping first to the nightstand to replace the watch, then to the door and finally slipping into the hallway.

Food. The next task was food. It really wouldn't be that hard of a task right? Retrace his steps to the front lobby, ask about a quick diner that was nearby, step outside and follow the map that he had snagged from the hotel lobby.

The family owned diner was a couple blocks down from the hotel and it seemed like they were used to newcomers walking in with a map in hand. A couple of sandwiches, a bottle or two of water was all that he ordered. That was it. He sat down in a booth, waiting to hear his number. But his eyes were drawn outside, watching the weather. The wind from the afternoon had picked up, blowing dark clouds in.

"Worried?" Another voice broke his thoughts.

"Just a little," Lucius admitted, "you... y'know, tornados and whatnot."

"Well, the sky isn't green yet so we're in the clear," the table runner commented, resting his elbows on the bench of the seats on the next row. "Out of town?"

"Yeah," Lucius confirmed and leaned back. "Traveling through, if you know what I mean. Haven't ever really been through a tornado before... what should I expect or do? I'm in the hotel."

The young man pursed his lips in a thoughtful frown. "Well, I think you should be fairly safe. But in the case of one, head to the room without windows and hunker down. That's your best bet."

Lucius bobbed his head. "Thank you--"

"You headed... out?"

The young man paused at the words of the worker. "Out--oh, no. I... I can't," he said weakly, wearily. "I've got something that ... keeps me here."

"Oh no way, so do I," he tapped his shoulder. "Give you a little information, I'm blind--entirely blind--in my left eye."

Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Can't see worth nothing."

"My bones are more brittle than a toothpick," Lucius admitted. "Been that way ever since I was young."

"Dang man," the worker shook his head, grabbing a bag for the food and holding it out to him. "Be safe and don't go breaking nothing."

Lucius gave him a lopsided grin. "That's the idea. You stay safe too," he chirped, waving slightly and headed out into the wind. The clouds rolling in were far darker than anything he could remember seeing and it was little wonder when he simply ran to get to the hotel lobby. The rain was pouring down by the time he stepped in, shielding their food with his back and chest. But the rest of him was soaked and cold.

He wasted little time in getting into the hotel room and shook his head clear of some of the water.

"Wow... that's a storm...."

Lucius let out a small laugh, shaking his head and tossing water back and forth. It was freezing and he was shivering, but some part of it was invigorating. The chill down his spine, the water dripping down his shoulders and back. That was something he wasn't sure he would ever get used to.

His eyes were bright with giddy laughter, looking up as Feo leapt to his feet.

"Oh you--you don't--" he protested, watching him race to the bathroom. "Who knows," Lucius let out a giddy noise, setting the bag on the table beside the door.

"It wasn't like that when I went out," Lucius protested, shivering still. But the smile was bright and full of giddy energy. He let out another laugh, lifting the towel to dry his hair. "But there's something kind of fun about it," he admitted. "Standing in the rain, letting it fall down--getting absolutely soaked--it's cold, I'm not gonna lie but ... but it's refreshing," he admitted, shaking his head again. One hand lifted, pushing through damp hair. "But no, it didn't start out that way. It was a bit breezy, maybe windy is a better way to describe it--but not too bad. But then... then halfway through my walk back, the rain just came down!"

Lucius let out a small laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "I still can't believe it. It was ... it was like a flip had been switched, no rain and then there was all the rain!"

Lucius offered the bag to Feo. "It's not much but it's something. A couple of sandwiches, some water and that's about it. I wanted to be pretty quick about it, I think it was about twenty minutes..." he glanced down at the watch and frowned. "... I don't think I ever remembered to wind this up."

He shook his head lightly. He'd have to first adjust the time and then wind it up to see if it would click into place. The gears had looked relatively okay... the last time he had checked the old watch.

It had been a while since then, though.

His eyes flicked up to Feo for a moment before a small sigh escaped. "You look better, I hope the shower helped at least a little bit?"

In truth, he felt slightly exhausted too. He hadn't run like that in a while and running was harder than flying. He was used to flying. Not used to running.

His head tilted to the side for a moment or two. "But eat--you just eat. I... am going to stay over here, off the carpet... and just dry off," his lips pulled into a lopsided smile again.

Lucius grinned back at Feo, spotting the light in his eyes. There was something there that hadn't been there before and it egged him on. His lips upturned in a far more bright and lopsided smile. "It's the newness of it," he explained with a loose shrug, "I've never really gotten caught in rain before--not like that. It's cold but... it's exhilarating. It's something new. Y'know?"

He set the towel down on the ground, taking his shoes off and setting them beside the door on the tile. "Ridiculous, impossible, crazy," Lucius echoed with a teasing note to his voice. "I can do all three and more--just you wait," he pieced through the bag, taking the other sandwich. "Of course, you're welcome. Food is always a good solid idea," he noted with a small shrug.

"I probably did fight a hurricane," Lucius's voice lifted in a genuine bark of laughter, slowly sitting down on the towel he had placed under him. His sapphire eyes watched Feo before settling down to start and eat at least something.

Lucius knew full well how he "did it" or whatnot. It was a small point of guilt that twisted in his chest and he really didn't want to admit the truth. But he knew it was because he didn't have near as much trauma as Feo did. He didn't have as many dark skeletons in his closet. Dust bunnies and old coats maybe, but nothing close to skeletons.

He found it easier to just laugh it off, to find a way to smile and grin. Crying, worrying and thinking too much gave him a headache and left him exhausted. It became habit to find a way around it, through whatever means necessary.

"It takes time," Lucius finally answered, his voice softer and far more genuine than before. "A lot of practice and sometimes... letting go. Letting go of the worry about what others will think, sometimes, you just have to enjoy what you want to enjoy."

He tilted his head, changing the subject slightly. "I met with another kid who won't be drafted. What are the odds, right? He's entirely blind in one eye. But he worked at the diner and we got to talking."

He paused for a moment or two, finally realizing that he had just... said it. Let it slip out like it was casual and common knowledge--which wasn't entirely wrong for him. He wasn't exactly 'able' or fit to do that sort of thing. Lucius took in a breath, moving past it, "but he said we only have to worry if the sky turns green. If it turns green then that means there's a tornado. I'm pretty sure they just stand outside and watch until it gets super dangerous. Why? I dunno, maybe they like the thrill. But if it is headed toward you, you'll want to find a room with no windows and just kinda ... 'hunker down' as he said," he relayed the information. "Now we know how to stay safe."

"Y'know some people really like the sound of falling rain when they sleep," Lucius pointed out with a faint chuckle. He tapped his own knee for a moment or two before bobbing his head.

"I met someone, yeah. He worked at the diner and we had to wait for the food to be made and obviously waiting in silence is a little too awkward to just stand there," he waved one hand lightly, the other keeping a tight hold of his sandwich. "It wasn't too long, just a quick little conversation. But ... ha.." he took a smaller bite and glanced toward the window--well, toward the curtains that hid the window.

"Oh I don't plan on standing to look either," Lucius shook his head. "I might be nuts but I'm not that nuts."

He settled for a moment and glanced toward Feo. How many people did he talk to? Well, there was the front lobby person but that was just to find the restaurant and grab a map to figure out where he was going. There was the other person at the crosswalk who was headed the same direction. The kid at the diner... and then he had ran home.

"... I mean it was ... three," he admitted with a faint grin. "The kind lady who gave me a map and pointed out where the diner was. Then there was a gentleman at the crosswalk, he lost his hat in the wind and I happened to be standing there. Then the kid at the diner who talked about the tornado," he recounted the information. "Everybody knows something and they all want to share that with someone who wants to listen. You just gotta be an ear and they'll tell you a lotta things," he gave him a brighter smile, nudging his arm in return.

"Always have had this kind of energy," he admitted, finishing the sandwich before he turned to start on the bottle of water. "M--I always wondered if it wasn't genetic to a point, y'know? But then again who knows? I've never met Zephryrus. It could just be me. There were always so many things to do in a day and I had to have enough energy to do it all. I mean, you gotta have some energy to do what you need to do and then there's the rest for what you want to do."

He laid back on the floor, looking up at the ceiling for a few moments while he settled down again. At least partially.

"I guess it helps to not worry a whole lot either," a small laugh escaped from his lips, "never was smart enough to worry that much. They always said that was a smart person thing, to worry about odds and ends."

Three people in twenty minutes was honestly nothing. It was nowhere near his personal record--he could do more if he really wanted to. Three was nothing, he was more focused on his time crunch. But he was grateful that Feo didn't exactly touch more on the whole thing he had slipped up on. He was not looking forward to that conversation--mostly knowing how much more protective Feo was going to get. If the whole thing with Atlas said anything at all... it was only going to get worse.

His eyes flicked to other demigod for a moment, thinking about Zephyrus. He didn't even really know what the god looked like, let alone sounded like. The whole thought was just a mere dream in his head. Not one he usually lingered on, if he was being honest.

But he was very different. That was something Lucius could agree with. He had known that from a very young age--if not for the wings.

"I mean, to be fair, I didn't exactly have much parental guidance growing up," Lucius admitted with a weary noise, almost a laugh. "Nobody was there to tell me not to. So I just did it."

Aside from what his mother did. That... that was something he never wished to do or see again. He wasn't even sure she was sober at all before she passed away. It was, often, hard to tell but Lucius could pick it up. He knew.

He... he knew.

"It's possible, just takes some time to figure out what works best for you," he continued to speak, drawing his gaze back to Feo. "What works for me isn't going to work for you, not all the time at least. That's why everyone is different, gives us all a little bit of something to bring to the world."

His hands tucked behind his head as he leaned all the way back on the tile. While the tile was cold, his fingers felt colder. Everything was starting to feel just a bit more on the cold side--the type of cold that subtly settled in the bones and ached just slightly. It wasn't enough to really hurt but it was not the usual cold.

Lucius fished for a distraction rather than addressing that fact.

"... was the sandwich okay? Mine was a little wet but I did my best to try and keep it somewhat dry. That was kind of hard, it ... it's really coming down out there. Also, weaponry. Y'know, I've never really ... used a weapon before. I know, I know it sounds dumb. But I've never really been in a spot where I needed one," sub-consciously, one hand freed itself from his head and rubbed along his throat. "I don't really want to take yours, you're probably used to using both of them. But I don't know, I ... haven't really used weapons before."