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"I..." Will trailed off, wondering how to explain himself. "You. You're... you're beautiful."

Nico smiled, then questioned, "I'm confuzzled as to why you bring that up."

Will was shocked. "You... you didn't deny it." he says, overjoyed, but confused.

"No, I didn't. Should I've? Were you lying or something?"

"No, no, of course not, you just used to never accept compliments. Not even from me."

"So?" he asks, still not understanding why Will was so worried about this.

"What changed?"

"I don't..." he trailed off, then smiled. "Il mio bellissimo fidanzanto."

"My beautiful boyfriend." Will echoed, smiling brighter than ever before.

"Wanna go get breakfast?" Nico asked, all of sudden starving.

"Nah, I got mine right here." Will said with a smirk, and kissed his abdomen tenderly.

"Will! Sto~op!" Nico whined, squirming under his touch. Will, finally, thank the gods, Will, stopped messing with him, and got up, throwing Nico a shirt from his drawers. He rummaged through his drawers one more time before sighing.

"Guess I'm going emo today!" Will said sarcastically, throwing on one of Nico's super-oversized tee-shirts, and it fit tight around Will's chest, but loosened out further down.

Nico looked at him, eyes wide in fearful confusion.

"What?" he asked, and Nico responded simply. "Whoa."

Will chuckled. "Whoa what?" Will said, already starting to get annoyed.

"You just had like, a big attitude shift there, and let me say right now, it is hot."

Will rolled his eyes. "You find me hot wearing a--way too tight, by the way-- black t-shirt?" he asked, leaning against the wall.

Nico blinked. "Um, duh!" he moved his hands around in emo gay Italian, gesturing to him in all sorts of hand-spinning ways. "It's like dating myself, but better."

"Whatever," Will says. Then: "Race you to the Pavilion?" Will asks, challenge in his eyes.

"Nah, I'd rather..." Nico started, then looked to Will for the outburst he knew that was about to come. "...shadow travel." he finished. But Will just stood there, arms crossed.

"Whatever you want, I guess." Will answers.

Nico gapes at him, surprised. "Really? That's it?" Nico asks, astonished.

"Yeah, you wanted to shadow travel, right? Why not? They're your powers, who I am to stop you from using them?"

Nico stops questioning his sudden change of heart, and shadow travels them both to the dining Pavilion.

"Come on," Will says, grabbing Nico's hand and walking him over to the Hades table.

They were alone, except for the bustling Apollo cabin on the other side of the room.

"Come with me and my siblings to the music room later, okay?" he says, planning on not really giving Nico a choice.

"No, Will, you know how your siblings are." he whines, but Will begs him more, and when Nico can't take it anymore, he says, "Will, I said no. You literally can't make me."

"Doctor's orders." he tries, but Nico shakes his head.

"You can't keep using that to get what you want, Will. You still can't make me."