i need to kiss his forehead, smooth out his furrowed brows, tell him it's gonna be ok, play with his hair, caress his face, wipe his tears away, tuck him into bed, have him take a nice warm shower, use face masks on him, make hermes pay, take him to therapy, make him lunches, enroll him into college with me, bandage his wounds, compliment his arms, reassure him his scar isn't ugly, introduce him to taylor swift and boy genius, read him bedtime stories, bake brownies with him, visit his mother with him, prove the prophecy wrong, tell him he's doing great sweetie, get him away from kronos, fight kronos, help him mend things with annabeth, hold him close while he vents, encourage him to explore other hobbies, be his support system
higuruma bounces from one addiction to another, the worst of them being his alcoholism. once he's forced to quit drinking, he still smokes- maybe even picks it up heavier than before. he eventually quits smoking but finds himself a nervous, irritable wreck, so he finds a doctor to prescribe him Vistaril and he eats them like candy. there's a chronic cough as his lungs are healing, and he carries around a bottle of cough syrup. once that's all sorted, he finds that food tastes much better now that he isn't smoking or drinking, so he gets hooked on the bagels at the bakery down the street until one day his pants are too tight.