I stole this idea from a picture I saw, but here, have some fluffy SolAngelo garbage.
"You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine,
You make me happy,
When skies are grey,"
"What are you singing?" Will asked. He twisted his head to look up at Nico. Nico stopped, and ran his fingers through Will's golden locks again.
He smiled. After the battle, after all the hardships, and after the drama, when it was all over, Will had asked Nico out. He had seemed cool and collected, as sons of Apollo are wont to be, but Nico had noticed just how nervous he was.
There weren't many places to go in camp, so, with permission, they had gone out into the city. They watched a movie, went to dinner, and took a walk around Central Park. Under a street lamp in an empty garden, they had shared their first kiss. It was chaste, and sweet, and everything Nico had ever thought it would be. It was the best night he had ever experienced.
They were official now, and they were happy. Nico wasn't much for affection, or touching, really, but after getting of ether with the blond, he opened up a bit. Will understood his aversion to intimacy, respected it, and only did what Nico was comfortable with, which made him love the guy even more. They tried to refrain from holding hands around camp though, because every time they were seen, there were at least six or seven Aphrodite kids to coo or take pictures. By the end of the first week, everyone knew.
At least they were happy for them.
Nico interlocked his fingers with Will's and sighed happily. There's an old saying, that when you're with the person you call your soulmate, angels sing. Nico decided to sing with them.
"Nothing. Go back to sleep," he murmured. As Will complied, he hummed the rest under his breath.
"You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you,
Please don't take,
My sunshine,
Away"