Will's POV

"Will...why do you even care so much? I'm a child of Hades, A child of death. You are a son of Apollo a son of life. You shouldn't you care about me" Nico says with his back to me.

"Nico, I care because i'm you're friend, because you're my boyfriend and I-I want to help you, I want you to feel safe and happy " I manage out. Why wouldn't I care? I mean, i'm his friend! For Hade's sake I his boyfriend!

"W-Will...Wouldn't you be happier with someone who isn't so messed up? Someone who's happier? Someone who

's -"

"No! Nico I don't want someone else, I'm happy with you, and I don't think you're messed up, I don't think the only thing to you is gloom, or that you're death! I think you're Nico Di Anglo, my boyfriend!" By now i'm yelling, but I don't care, at this point all I care about is getting Nico to see I care. Damn that Aprodite kid saying I can do better in front of Nico!

"W-Will..." He drops to his knees by the bottom of a hill, and I rush over to him and pull him into my arms, letting him sob into my CHB shirt.

"Nico, I don't care what that girl said, I want- no need you, no-one else. Okay? I'm not letting you go Neeks" I whisper into his ear, using his nick-name in hopes of calming him down even just a little bit.

"Why me of all people? Why me, the depressive son of Hades?" The emptiness in his voice breaks my heart, it should never sound like that.

"Because, you're Nico Di Angelo, son of Hades, survivor of tartaus, tartaus for Hades sake, survivor of 2 demigod wars and kinda WW2 survivor not to mention the fact that you can raise the dead, shadow-travel, have hypnokinesis, and survived on your own for quite a while as a lone demigod, and not just any lone demigod, a lone demigod of the big 3! The big 3! Okay? And you are NOT depressive!" I say in a single breath. Oops, a little light headed.

He sniffles and lays his head on my chest, while I wrap my arms around him and adjust him so that he in my lap. I then wrap my arms around him in a more comforting and affectionate way.

"Th-thanks Will.." He whisper's into my shirt. I smile lightly at his voice; it doesn't sound so broken anymore.

"No problem Neeks -" I start gripping him tighter, after all I said I wouldn't let him go. His response is simply to curl up closer to me, showing just how upset he is simply by not giving me a sarcastic or rude remark.

"-After all I care"