Will Solace clears his throat and stands in front of Nico, blushing profusely.
"I wrote you poetry."
Besides Nico tilting his head towards Will, there isn't any obvious change in his expression, which doesn't bode well for Will. At all. Since his poetry writing ability is about as good as his father's.
"Roses are red."
Nico raises an eyebrow but Will continues.
"Violets are blue."
"Violet," Nico interrupts.
"This is very cliché."
"Yes."
"And my intro is through."
"There is more?"
Will looks up from his little note card to glare at Nico. "Shut up, you."
Nico smirks imperceptibly, "Pretty sure that isn't in your poem."
Will isn't sure how to feel about the teasing. On one hand, he is glad Nico is sunnier than before, on the other hand, his poem.
"The sun is yellow,
The moon white."
"But…"
"They love each other very much,
Even when they fight."
Nico covers his cheeks and averts his eyes.
"…And that is all I have."
"Thank God, I thought you weren't going to stop 'til I combusted like a fire ball."
Will leans forward and presses his forehead against Nico's, "I still have quite some before I get there, you are about as warm as an unheated casserole."
"You have a disturbing liking for casserole analogies."
..
That evening however, Nico at the dinner table proudly announced to everyone that Will wrote poetry for him while Will on the adjacent table did combust.