Thalia cast a glance back at Will, who was sitting silently, letting the sisters have their moment. "Tell me about that, then," she suggested. Beyond Clio's fear and pain, Thalia thought she looked tired. More than tired— exhausted, ground down by it all, the parts Thalia knew and the parts she still dreaded to find out. Both of them did. Maybe they did need something like a dumb smiley-face cake, a little relief from the darkness. So she asked, "How did you meet? Was there a meet-cute?"
Will let out a surprised snort. "One of us was cute," he said dryly. "One of us was a lumbering oaf. She din' hold it against me, though."