A/N: Congratulations, we have an M-rater that will pass the standards! No need to go to Tumblr this week. I'm backing up chapters there, however, so you'll soon be able to find LaoI there if you so wish.

I only intended the series to include 8 oneshots, so we've one more week of feels!

[This chapter rated: M]


7:26 p.m on a Saturday night. The Kroger grocery store located four miles from Half-Blood Hill has everything a demigod could possibly find themselves in need of: food, household items, toiletries, cleaning supplies, an entire aisle of candy... and a little golden statue with whom Nico diAngelo was currently engaged in a staring contest with.

Perhaps his indecision had invoked him. Perhaps there was some kind of ritual that involved pacing past the object of that indecision three times. For whatever unholy reason, a six-inch tall statuette of a pure-gold man that hadn't been there the first two times had appeared on the rack beside the box Nico had been eyeing since he and Will had arrived, come to pick up some Doritos and Dr. Pepper for movie night. As a demigod, unusual happenings in themselves didn't tend to unhinge Nico; it was instead the instant surety, the knowledge communicated wordlessly between them as they first met eyes, that the tiny man knew exactly what Nico was planning.

"It's definitely your choice," one of the statue's heads, the one looking left, pronounced.

"Yessirreebob," the right-facing one affirmed, stroking his full, metal beard. "Disaster, or ecstasy... it could go either way."

Nico swallowed loudly, and glanced around to make sure no one was watching. Any mortals picking up Midol wouldn't notice, of course- but a very important demigod to his decision was aisles of shelving away, whistling and trying to decide what kind of dip to get.

Janus stretched his arms out and cracked his idol knuckles, with tinny pops resulting. Nico continued to stand there silently, basket of snacks clutched in front of him and desperation in his eyes. He didn't like the idea of "disaster" being associated with his decision to make this most telling of purchases.

"I thought Hecate was the goddess of crossroads," he said suspiciously.

"Eh," Janus replied, shrugging. "This is a personal matter. You probably prefer a guy's advice, amiright?"

If he had to discuss his sex life with any divine being (and apparently he now did), then yes, this was true. Against his better judgment, he whispered one of his reasons to the little god, as if hoping for advice.

"I mean, it's always good to have some on hand. Just in case."

"Of course!" Janus' left head replied. "Wouldn't want anything to sneak up on you, would you?"

Nico cheered, in spite of himself; he'd been musing for days on this subject, and it was nice to be able to tell someone about it. Even if he probably looked like a total psycho through the Mist, apparently talking to the "Men's Health" shelving.

"And, and I'm pretty sure he wants to," the tousle-haired boy mumbled, his toes curling at the idea.

"Oh, of course! You know him best, lover boy!" the left Janus replied, flashing Nico a thumbs-up. "Just make sure you're sure, or-"

"KABOOM!" the right head shouted, smiling manically. "Relationship over! Shattered hopes blasting shrapnel right through your heart, ripping trails in your very flesh-"

"Okay, you are way too gleeful about that prospect," Left Janus chided.

As dumb as he sounded, Nico had a weakness for stalling on emotional action unless he was completely sure he would come out safe. It had started with Percy, and how deceiving him had torn his twelve year-old heart apart after the fact. Nico didn't want any more reasons to lie awake at night, fingernails cutting into his flesh as he tried to will the obsessive shame away... As much as he treasured what he and Will had, caution in matters of the relationship was paramount.
Just the thought of their relationship being over made Nico feel like he was hovering over Tartarus' precipice again.

But Janus Left was right: Nico knew his lover better than anyone. He knew Will was sincere, and that he was wearying of leading. He knew Will would always let him decide on his own time, but also that the blonde was only human, and he too had desires...

More than this, Nico knew his own heart and body- and knew that both of them were ready for this. His nervousness was nothing more than excitement, tinged with the same, stupid fear that made him hesitate to let people in in the first place.

No more hesitating on happiness.

Both of Janus' heads winked at him, intoning "Eyyy!" supportively as Nico snatched the offending box up and buried it under some chips in his shopping basket. Almost before he could finish, one cheery son of Apollo's head appeared around the end of the aisle.

"Got everything? Then hurry up, pokey puppy!" Will chided, his ponytail whipping out behind him as he headed for check-out. Shaking off the weirdness of his encounter with the god of beginnings, Nico hefted his red plastic basket and set off after his boyfriend.

Reassuringly, the Trojan soldier on the box's label winked at him during the bagging process.


Up from a shadow cast by the blue flames of the candelabras, the pair oozed into being in the middle of the Hades cabin. Will was carrying so many plastic bags that he resembled a strange Christmas tree made of groceries; three bags hung from each elbow, and even one between his teeth

"I told you, I could have gone back for them...", a much-less-encumbered Nico said coolly.

"N- never!" Will roared, stumbling over to the table and divesting himself with great clangings of dropped cans and bottles. "It's Man Code... Always one trip. ALWAYS. And you're not allowed to travel more than once a day, remember?"

Bristling, Nico plopped down, to recline and watch Will dig for certain snacks. He'd bought so many things to make Nico try, after a conversation about mortal foods they missed revealing that Nico hadn't consumed much junk food at all since arriving in the twenty-first century.

Reeses Pieces, Funyuns, white cheddar popcorn, Coco Puffs- Will planned on making him eat them all, which had lead Nico to remark that Will wasn't allowed to dump him if he got fat before all those treats got eaten through.

Will had replied that a fat Nico would at least have a less-bony butt for him to molest, and Nico had had to punch him out of bliss. Funny how even horndog words could be as sweet as a whispered "I Love You".

Nico surreptitiously removed his secret purchase while Will was pouring Blue Ranch Doritos and onion dip into a bowl, and hid it between the wall and the bed. He'd hoped to get to take one out and examine it first, but it was always possible he'd have to find out tonight, depending on how much of a movie-watching mood Will was in...

"Put those condoms on the nightstand and stop trying to be sneaky, Death Breath."

Nico froze, his mouth hanging comically open. "How did you-"

"I know you," the blonde replied simply, glasses low on his nose and eyes both twinkling and smoldering over the tops of them. "And you were pacing the medical section like a catoblepas with colic, looking over your shoulder every two seconds to make sure I wasn't watching. Not hard to figure, really."

He swept over and laid a kiss on the boy's forehead as their DVD started, and handed him a plate full of every comforting, sugary food Will had tasted in the last eighteen years.

"Some fancy dinner," Nico pronounced, eyeing his Twizzlers warily.

"Only the best in empty calories for my sweet," Will replied with aplomb. "Now shut up, the movie's starting."

Bristling at the word 'sweet', Nico selected a dusty honey-barbeque potato chip, nestled against Will's cuddly side... and proceeded not to be able to hold still. He hadn't realized how much he'd really been expecting to use those condoms tonight; he'd kind of psyched himself out. But Will of course had completely hijacked the evening, insistent on eating his precious junk food and watching whatever movie this was.

"Pay attention," Will scolded, swatting Nico's hand away as it wandered toward the crack in the bed and its contingent of condoms. The act was so sudden, so severe, that Nico found himself giving pause.

This was, unfortunately, one of the things Nico disliked about Will: he could be pretty commandeering sometimes. Maybe it was only natural for him to take the lead, as Nico was so new to every aspect of being with someone- but how was a guy supposed to assert himself when his lover subconsciously tried to control everything they did together?

Unbidden, memories of times he'd felt annoyed with Will's bossiness began to bubble up in his mind: refusing to buy him a coffee on their last date because "Caffiene was bad for kids"; holding him by the belt-loop and rushing into the bathroom first; griping at Nico over every little shadow-travel he made without Will to supervise.

"You're not watchinggg," Will noted, his voice weedly with disapproval.

The son of Hades needing a shadow-travel chaperone? Nuh-uh, that was too far... Nico had been all over and under the world without Will, and would teleport wherever he pleased whenever he pleased, thank you very much. And yet in the moment, Nico had just smiled the annoyance away, assuring himself that Will's behavior was just catty and coy. If he said something, after all, Will would just get mad, and that wouldn't be any good.

No, it was better to keep quiet, to love all the parts of him... wasn't it?

Meeting Janus in the health aisle, however, seemed to have opened Nico's eyes to multiple paths; he was a god of crossroads and choices, after all. Maybe Nico needed to make the choice of regaining his autonomy, rather than always acquiescing to Will.

What if he chose to stop paying attention to this movie, with its bad actors and even worse lighting, and go examine that box of condoms, like he really wanted to?

Yeah, Nico thought, reaching for the condoms. I can't lose myself in him.

Will said nothing as he grabbed the condom box for the second time, but Nico thought he saw a shadow of surrender pass briefly over his handsome features.

Ha, he thought. See, Nico?
A little assertiveness won't make him up and leave.

Grinning in challenge, Nico busied himself with opening the box of Trojans and examining the contents. He'd never seen a condom before, and tore one off the strip to hold up to the light.

"... It seems awfully big," he pronounced, knowing he was being distracting. "Your penis isn't that round, is it?"

"Check and see," Will challenged, thrusting his clothed groin in Nico's direction without looking away from the movie. He was so spiritless that Nico didn't even laugh- he just resumed examining the single, plastic-wrapped rubber.

"99.9 percent effective at preventing pregnancy," he read off idly.

"Oh thank goodness. I was really concerned," Will groused, sounding more annoyed. He clearly wanted to say something, but Nico defiantly set about opening the tiny, metallic pouch. It was harder to tear than he'd expected, but when it did fall open, a genuine squawk of disgust issued from the other side of the bed.

"It's SLIMY," Nico wailed, holding his hands out like they were infected. "Are they supposed to be that way?"

"No, that means you got a used one by accident."

Will grinned, but it was as clear as day that it meant: Two can play at this game.

Fine, the son of Hades sniffed mentally, after a moment of doubt as to whether or not Will was lying (he had to be... didn't he?).

Defiantly, Nico continued playing with the condom: unfurling it, stretching it, pinching the little nib at the top. With his dark-ringed eyes, he looked like a little raccoon playing with something he'd found in the woods. He figured out how to make it produce annoying, rubbery sounds when stretched, and set about doing repeatedly, as an act of retaliation.

When he glanced over to gauge Will's reaction, a sudden moan from the laptop made him twist back to regard, for the first time in several minutes, the actual content of the movie.

His jaw dropped. Right there on the flashing screen were two buck-naked, clean-shaven men who looked to be about in their twenties, one of whom was dark of hair and getting down on his knees. The film moved in to focus on the bucking head of the first guy as he sucked up and down the length of the other's huge, erect... gods, that thing was huge! Nico could see every vein in the guy's shaft, and the glistening trail of saliva that hung between the giver's lips and the bulbous, pink head of the moaning receiver's cock, as the dark-haired giver moved down and seemed to vacuum the other's massive testicles into his mouth. A hearty moan rent the air from the tinny speakers- why was the volume so high? The other campers might hear-

"W-w-Will!" Nico exclaimed- but try as he might, he couldn't take his eyes off the movie, especially as the first actor returned to deep-throating his moaning partner (that was way bigger than he'd ever expected a penis to be... What god did you have to appease to get that kind of blessing?)

"Amazing, right?" Will observed, his voice almost misty. "That's Cristian Diomio, my favorite porn star. Take three guesses at who he looks like, go on."

Cristian was obviously Hispanic and sported a sick six-pack of abs- but there was something in his dark, wispy hair, delicate features, and deep, black eyes that Nico recognized right off the bat. Oh, gods...

"Y-you watch this because that guy looks like me?" he asked incredulously, all annoyance and war temporarily forgotten as his eyes remained glued to the screen.

"Yeah," Will gushed, sounding inert but still very enamored.

They watched avidly together, now: Will with a sopophorous grin on his slack face, and Nico threatening to turn cherry-red as the content grew more heated. Only when the red-headed guy began thrusting deep into Cristian's throat was Nico shaken from his stupor.

"If someone did that to me, I'd probably throw up. I gag over everything."

"Not me," Will said dreamily. "Comes with the blood-and-guts doctor thing. You could stick nine inches of pure, fat cock down me, and I wouldn't make a peep."

In spite of himself, Nico swallowed loudly. He could almost imagine how Will's mouth, so soft and cavernous when they tongued one another, would feel around his own swollen head- if it were swollen, that is.

Nico looked down at his lap.
Scratch that- it was.

The room was heating up awfully quickly- or was it just him? Probably just him. Beads of sweat were gathering on the back of his neck, and he could feel his skin growing flushed. What was the point of this, anyway? Why did Will want to show him this replacement for him, this guy he'd presumably watched be violated in every way possible, wishing it were Nico instead? What did that mean?

Will moved in so close, and so quickly, as the son of Hades thought this, that his scratchy, golden cheek stubble sent a shock straight down the whole of Nico's spine.

"Want me to suck you?" he murmured breathlessly, the words so low that Nico turned into a tuning fork, vibrating from within at the lust in them.

Will's hand clamped over the now-obvious bulge in Nico's jeans, and massaged the spot with aching slowness. A yes caught, strangled, in Nico's throat. Yes, I would like to be making the noises your laptop is, Will. Yes yes yes-

Before Nico even finished nodding, Will had set upon the clasp of his pants, and practically picked the son of Hades up in his haste to tear them off. There was such a wolfish hunger in his eyes for the half-second Nico had to observe them- the half-second before Will clamped his mouth around his length and seemed to suck all the air from the room, out of Nico's lungs in a squeal of pleasure.

It felt incredible- was incredible, seeing Will's bobbing blonde head and luscious, pink lips enclosed around the most familiar part of him, dragging up around down the long, sensitive rib. His tongue twiddled somewhere just below his head with every stroke, and the more he repeated it the more Nico felt like he was about to absolutely shatter with pleasure.

… But those eyes weren't right. This predatory, domineering feel of being taken wasn't right, nails curling into his back and teeth scraping him. It wasn't Will, he realized with a pang: Will who talked him through new feelings, Will who cuddled him like he was trying to shut out all the pain of the world with his own body; the Will who had kissed him so tenderly the first time, knowing Nico had been scared and needed him to control himself...

This wasn't attractive any more; it was a little scary.

"S-s-stop," Nico said, his voice stronger than he'd expected. His eyes were itching, as though about to tear up. Will merely opened one eye and slowed his tongue movements agonizingly.

"Stop!" He was shouting now, pushing against Will's forehead until he let go, crossing his legs protectively as he sat back up.

"Turn that off," Nico snarled, pointing an accusatory finger at the reverberating laptop.
"I don't want porn for my first time- I- I want you, you idiot!"

The words had fired themselves; Nico didn't know where they'd come from, as confused and cloudly-headed with arousal as he felt. He was shaking, he now realized- from rage or love, he didn't know, but he kept his accusatory finger pointed at the screaming, moaning laptop now depicting the actors deep in the act.

He expected Will to yell at him; his face broiled for a moment, and Nico squared himself, waiting for the onslaught. He expected Will to laugh at him: a dumb, scrawny kid with his pants around his ankles, entitled and angsty, telling him what to do... But that didn't happen.

Something worse did.

Will regarded him for a long moment, his face and posture sobering, and then reached over to turn off the porno. This done, he stood up and began walking for the door of the Hades cabin.

"Wait-" Nico started, fumbling with his belt. "Where are you going!?"

"Out," Will snarled, snatching at the door handle like he wanted to injure it with one hand and wrenching his discarded coat over his shoulders with the other.

Terror crested over Nico; he was leaving, he was angry, what if it was over now, because he'd done that-

"W-wait! Will!" He shrieked the last part, scrabbling up and after the blonde- but to no avail, for his tall form was already disappearing into the swirling darkness outside.

Nico hovered in the doorway for the count of ten. Disaster, Janus had said- kaboom, shrapnel, shattered hopes. Nico's warmth and peace of mind shattered like the icicles still clinging to the edge of the cabin roofs. What if Will didn't come back?

And then he lunged after him into the darkness, refusing to let that happen.


"Will!" he shouted, the sound almost completely drowned out by a wind so strong that it seemed to be snatching the breath from him. He didn't have shoes on, and there was still frost on the ground; he of course hadn't grabbed a coat, and the wind was doing battle above like someone had unleashed the Boreads on camp (Talk about a boner cure...)
The icy air was nothing compared to the cold fear coursing through him. Janus' words thundered with the tattoo of warm blood in his ears: Relationship over. Disaster, disaster, disaster...

"WILL!" Now he was screaming, over both the wind and the panic climbing up his throat.

"WILL!"

"I'm over here, Death Breath. Calm down."

He'd almost walked right past the son of Apollo. Will was leaning up against the side of the Hades cabin with a hand clamped over his forehead, staring out at the distant roar of the Sound's ice-reamed waves.

Nico was seized by the urge to hug him- but something about him was as taut as a bowstring, quivering and ready to fly off, that he refrained. Instead he stood stupidly in his shirtsleeves, trying to ignore how every gust of wind felt like a bucket of ice-cold water spilling over him from head to toe.

"You're mad," he observed pointlessly, trying his awkward best to draw Will out. Now Nico realized what felt so weird about this situation: Will wasn't the storming-off type. He was... and now their roles had reversed.

"Yeah," Will grunted after a moment, keeping his eyes on the water. "Not at you, though- that's what you're worried about, right?"

Nico nodded- but then realized Will wasn't even looking in his direction. Another long moment, and Will shifted uncomfortably and continued.

"I fucked things up again, Nico. I'm sorry."

"A little, yeah," the younger sighed, biting his lip. "I know you were just... I mean, porn is a n-normal thing now."

"But not for you," Will cut him off. "You looked so scared, for a minute- it made me feel like... like a monster. Like I was hurting you. I've never been with someone who was so-"

The word died on the air. Nico scrabbled his hands up and down his forearms, trying to stay warm. His bare feet felt they'd been immersed in a tub full of sharp needles. But it didn't matter- Nico knew first-hand that when someone ran, they were doing it because they wanted to be followed and reassured.

No one had been left to follow him when he'd fled Camp, and look how that had turned out.

Will is never going to feel like the way I did, he scolded his feet. Not as long as he's mine.

"I know it's hard... But I'm t-trying. And you're n-not a monster. I promise."

This was inadequate to make Will untense.

"I l-love you, d-d-dummy."

At that moment Will turned around, his summer-green eyes like bottomless, swirling wells of Mist, waiting to form into some kind of emotion. He blinked down at Nico, his throat seemingly full- and then jumped back in horror.

"Nico, you're gonna freeze your ass off!" he shrilled, taking in the shivering form of his boyfriend. "Why didn't you put on shoes or a coat!?"

"B-because you w-were l-l-leaving!" Nico was now in full-on shiver mode, his teeth threatening to chatter if he stopped talking. "W-w-what if you n-n-never came b-b-back-k-k?"

"Idiot!" Will growled- but he also rushed forward and snatched Nico against him like an errant child, sandwiching the son of Hades between his deliciously-warm jacket and chest. Nico hopped up onto his shoes instinctively, perching atop them the way a backwards baby penguin might.

Instead of running to the cabin, they stood there for a long few seconds. Nico was trying to regain feeling in his nose by burying it in Will's chest, but could feel those deep green eyes on him without even looking.

"You could catch a cold, moron."

"You s-said colds don't actually have anything to do with the t-temperature..."

"I'm not worth getting sick over," Will growled back, his chest rumbling against Nico's face. There was a lot behind those words, and Nico could practically taste the sadness he knew so well in them: I'm not worth it. I'm not right for you. I don't deserve your love.

You sound just like I did, Nico thought.

"Yes, you are," he promised into Will's sweater, just loud enough to carry over the wind.

Will clutched him tighter, swaying on the spot, and Nico let him, knowing he needed it. That was what love was: being there for whatever the other needed, whether it was a hug or just to be pursued and told, "You matter to me. Even when you mess up."

Under a sleet sky, the two boys' circles closed at the ends. And then the flying pig appeared.


Will was thrown off his feet when the pig screamed, and Nico fell down on top of him to the frozen ground. The massive wings of the creature flapped with the force of hurricane gales as it set sights, shrieking mass-murder and bloodlust, on the rectangle of cabins below.

"What the actual FUCK-"

"It's the Crommyonian Sow!" Nico yelled, clambering to his feet with the ease of a fighter. "I saw it during the Titan War!" Disaster, disaster, his brain pounded.

"How the hell did it get into Camp!?" Will shouted, scrambling to get back up. Adrenaline pumped through Nico now, erasing the numbness and cold. He groped at his side for his Stygian iron blade- but of course came up empty.

"Will, my sword!" he shouted, nearly falling over again when the pig thundered down on top of the Hebe cabin, flattening it to toothpicks. Thank the gods it wasn't summer and no one had been inside...

Kaboom.

Rage boiled up in Nico; he had to protect Will, as well as the rest of Camp- He bolted back for the door of the Hades cabin, turning his back on the pig, certain he could reach his blade.

He was wrong. Faster than a grungy boar should have been able to, the sow's tomato-red eye zeroed in on him and, with an unholy scream of bloodlust, the monster lunged after him. Nico couldn't dodge in time on the slippery ground, and was caught on the shoulder by the toe of one of its massive man-sized front hooves. He went down with hands outstretched, clawing at the ground.

"NICO!" It was the first time Nico had heard real fear in the son of Apollo's voice.

As soon as his palms smacked the ground, inky blackness splashed up around them and Nico's tendrils of darkness shot deep, deep into the earth. Almost instantly, he knew he was in trouble; the ground was frozen and packed, and the corpses beneath rattled in frustration. They wouldn't be able to break through-

Nico twisted underneath the sow, coming face to face with her scratched, saliva-splattered snout. Tusks as tall as he was glittered in the dim light with spittle as the sow roared, about to taste blood after the long, painful crawl back up from the stomach of Tartarus. There was no way Chiron or Mister D could get here in time, or even Clarisse, who Nico was sure slept in her armor in case of threat-

Yelling to split the heavens, Will came running from the side and lunged at the pig's face. Nico wanted to scream at him- didn't he know he was unarmed, did he have a death wish?- but instead, steaming blood spattered the snow and the pig rent the Winter air with an enraged cry of pain.
As it tumbled sideways, Nico slid free of biting range and saw, as he whipped around, the glint of Celestial bronze flashing in Will's hands as he stabbed crazily at every inch of the pig that he could. His eyes were hazel with some kind of pale fire: a sound and a fury that Nico had never imagined he would see in the calm, laid-back son of Apollo.

He didn't have time to contemplate this, though; hoping Will could hold it off, he hurled back to the cabin and snatched up his night-black sword from the umbrella stand in the doorway.

The sow's head was rolling halfway down to the dining pavilion, leaving a river of ichor in its wake, within seconds.

Panting, Nico sheathed his sword and considered Will, who hadn't abated in his assault on the pig until it had begun to disintegrate before them. They were both breathing heavily, and studied one another for a long moment. Then, as though the event had never happened, Will seized Nico bodily and lifted him up into his arms, bridal-style.

"That's what happens when the Harpies go South for the winter," he grumbled, close and heaving with adrenaline.
His forehead was cut, and threatening to drip blood into his fiery green eyes.
"No ugly faces to keep the monsters at bay."

"You had it under control," Nico mumbled, looking deep into those fires, wishing he could nestle in their warmth and burn forever in the heat of... was feeling was it that he was looking at?

"Fucking Athena Parthenos doesn't cover pork-related intrusions, I guess."

The handful of campers left were beginning to emerge from their cabins- including a spitting-mad Clarisse, bedecked in her blood-red armor and swinging her electric staff at the last semblance of the dissolving pig's head as though cursing it for dying so quickly. Seeing none of them, Will strode back towards the Hades cabin, Nico held aloft.

"I didn't know you carried weapons," Nico stammered, looking into Will's face as though it were a scrying dish, waiting to see if that blazing look resurfaced.

"I had some old scalpels in this pocket I forgot to throw away," Will said, shuddering slightly. "If I had... if I hadn't grabbed this sweater, you might not..."

Will's head dipped as though he were about to cry; his arms buckled but stayed strong beneath him. Nico hadn't realized that he'd been afraid. The way he had swept in had been so brave, slashing at the pig as though it had threatened his whole world...

Was he afraid for Nico?

As soon as the cabin door shut behind them, Will pulled Nico's face against his and kissed him, longer and harder than ever before. All Will's fear, his courage- Nico took all of that in through his lips, knowing that it was all to reassure him. It's alright- I'm here, he said, without words and without judgment. Piper was right: fear and love were closer emotions than most people suspected- and you had to share both with the person you were meant for.

They broke, but Will burrowed his forehead against Nico's, as though he were trying to drown himself in the boy's presence.

"I love you too, moron," he whispered, the breath of it hot on Nico's lips.
"Running out in the cold like that... Saving my sorry ass. I love you, Nico diAngelo. And don't you ever scare me like that again."

"It was the pig's fault-" Nico wanted to explain... but he was too busy taking Will by the hands and leading him towards the bed, hypnotized by the pale fire of passion in those bottomless eyes.

They're not my crossroads anymore... they're ours. And we choose ecstasy, he thought to himself, as Will fell on him with a different, right kind of hunger.

We choose love. Not fear.