Leo looked at the son of Hades asleep in his arms. Asleep in my… He grinned. The grin stretched around the universe and went on forever. The grin held one of the most basic and powerful emotions: love.
Leo started walking anywhere. He was mapping out and planning where they could go when he realized he had to get closer to the Death Prince. He couldn't stand this loving-from-afar thing anymore. At the very least, they would become friends. He needed it.
He realized something else. He was left in charge of a sleeping, defenseless, extremely powerful 14-year-old with a dad that could blast him to bits in a city he didn't know. Well, this is sucktastic. He sighed. Am I gonna have to...yeah.
"Nico?" A groan.
"Nico, babe?" Wait, what?
A muttered, "I don't wanna get up," was all he got.
Leo knelt next to Nico. "Please? I don't know where we are."
Nico finally sat up, muttering in a semi-annoyed fashion. He looked around and blinked.
"We-We- Why are we in Venice? I thought we were in Rome."
"I don't know."
Nico gave him a look that said, "Really?" Leo sighed and set him on the ground, wrapping one of Nico's arms around himself.
"Hazel-she told me you grew up here. Maybe you did it subconsciously."
Nico nodded, seemingly mulling it over. "Well, I don't have the strength to shadowtravel us anywhere. We'll have to stay here for a while."
Leo hadn't thought of that and groaned at the thought of staying in this miserable rainy place.