Hey guys I'm back! I'm sorry that took a while! Im also sorry because this chapter is so short! Ive been really busy with the school year coming close to a close, but I promise I won't leave you guys completely hanging! I'm going to try for weekly updates! I also apologize because this chapter is pretty shitty, I just really wanted to give you guys something already, I promise the next one will be 10x better! I swear it on the Styx!

~Peonie


After lunch, Will had to go back to the infirmary, so he reluctantly left Nico. To be honest, Will enjoyed spending time with the son of Hades. A lot of people, including Nico himself, thought he spent time with him because he pitied him. Though, that wasn't the case. Something about his sarcastic attitude, his selfless personality, or the way the corners of his lips would ever so slightly lift up whenever Will would say a bad pun—

"Ow! What the hell man? Are you trying to heal me or kill me?" the patient he had been working on—which just had to be Clarisse—shouted, bringing Will out of his thoughts.

"Sorry," he muttered, focusing more on the task at hand.

"You better be," she responded with a huff.

Will quickly stitched up her arm and released her from the infirmary. He then headed towards the back of the infirmary where his office was located. There he worked on paperwork that was long overdue to be done.

It may not seem like it, but being heat healer was hard. First, you were responsible for the major surgical procedures that often would require lots of practice and time. Second, you had to be in the infirmary as much as possible, just in case of an emergency. And lastly, you had to do stupid paperwork. Will, though, knew that his job was way more important than what he felt about it, and wouldn't complain.

Will continued to file and fill out paperwork for the rest of the day. He hadn't known how much time had passed, until he heard a knock on the door.

Without looking up from his paper, he answered with a "come in."

Nico walked in, hands tucked into his jean pockets, and sat down on Will's desk, as if he owned the place.

"Hey," he said before grabbing one of the lollipops that Will kept in a cup on his desk.

"What did I say about sitting on my desk, di Angelo?" Will asked while setting the paper he was working on down.

Nico responded with a roll of his eyes before unwrapping the lollipop and eating it. A silence fell upon them before Nico said: "Dinner started half an hour ago. Whatever happened to your 'three meals a day' crap?"

Will's eyes widened at his words before he looked at the clock hanging on the wall. Dinner had in fact started half an hour ago.

"Oh. I hadn't realized how much time had passed," will admitted sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck. He stood up from his chair and walked to the door, Nico following close behind him.

"You know maybe you shouldn't push yourself so hard," Nico suggested in a quiet voice as they walked to the dinning pavilion.

"What do you mean?" Will asked, genuinely confused.

Nico shrugged, "I don't know, you're always working in the infirmary and never take breaks." He stuffed his hands inside his pockets.

Will smirked, "Are you suggesting I spend more time with you, Mr. Doom and Gloom?"

"W-What? N-No!" Nico stuttered, cheeks turning pink. He elbowed him and Will chuckled.

"It's harder than it looks trying to take breaks," Will said, tone changing serious, and before Nico could reply they had made it to the dinning pavilion.

After the campfire, Will walked Nico back to his cabin, as he always did. Tonight's campfire had been more fun than most for the two of them. With Will being completely tone deaf, but nonetheless singing as loud as he could while dancing, caused many giggles to escape, even from the son of Hades. Will didn't care he had completely embarrassed himself, if it would make Nico laugh like that again, he would do it over and over again.

They had reached his cabin and Will walked him all the way up his porch steps and to his door. Right when he was going to say his goodbyes, Nico had spoken up first.

"Were you serious about the whole taking me out on Bianca's day?" Nico had asked in a quiet voice, eyes looking down at his feet.

"Of course. When I was younger and Michael and Lee had died, I felt absolutely miserable on their anniversaries. I don't want to have you feel like that anymore," Will said with a small smile. Nico looked up at him slightly, small smile on his face as well.

Before his brain had even processed it, Will kissed the top of Nico's head. "Alright, goodnight Death Boy. I'll see you tomorrow," he said to a blushing Nico as he walked away.

"D-Don't call me that!" Nico shouted back at him and Will chuckled.