Okayokayokay. Now picture Jason Grace with terrible terrible joint pain, due to overuse on top of adolescent arthritis. Imagine him with flare-ups that lead to being bedridden, stuck in his terrible cabin all day because ambrosia doesn't work. Imagine him blinking back tears as he moves to find one of his friends- joints stiff and biting and aching- just to find some semblance of relief in their arms. Picture Jason Grace curled up, thoughts still tinted with pain, resting in bed with someone he loves. Picture them loving him even when he can't provide, can't help, can't fight. Picture the waves of gentle care he can't help but savour, because this is not the way he was brought up. He is not someone who deserves rest, he is told. And yet...
Picture Jason Grace being loved and cared for in a way that Camp Jupiter told him he never would be.