For the Drabble Game Challenge, WillNico, "I like it when you hold my hand.", for Sam.
They sit by the campfire long after the others have returned to their cabins. "You've been quiet," Will observes.
"I'm always quiet," Nico snorts with a roll of his eyes.
"Different kind of quiet.'
"I've been thinking," Nico says.
Will waits for him to elaborate, but his boyfriend just stares ahead silently, the dying fire sending shadows dancing across his skin. Will squeezes his hand gently. "Feel free to continue at any time, so I know this isn't one of those 'We need to talk.' moments."
He waits for Nico to tell him to shut up, that Will is interrupting his brooding. Instead, Nico leans against his shoulder, absently brushing his thumb over Will's knuckles. "I like it when you hold my hand, Will."
Will grins. "Are you being fluffy?"
"Shut up."
"Look at you. Child of Hades, Mr. Doom and Gloom is secretly a softy."
Nico groans in exasperation. Once, he would have called Will annoying and disappeared into the shadows. Now, he just gives in, and he never lets go of Will's hand.