AN: Okay, I read through my story again and I just want to say that this is not about love saving Nico from depression. I could see how you'd think that, but no. I swear to the gods it isn't. Because that is more unrealistic than Greek and Roman gods feeling perfectly at ease with their split personalities.
No one mentioned this yet, but I just wanted to clarify.

Also I apologize for my shitty updating. Life is an ass sometimes, ya know… Anyways, here is the story.

Nico's POV

When I rouse once more to consciousness, there is something soft tickling my cheek, but it is warm so I don't move away. Slowly, my awareness increases and I understand that the warm thing beside me is a body, and the thing tickling my cheek is hair. As my memories of the previous night return, I know that it is golden hair and nuzzle into it. I'd never admit this aloud, but there is nothing I'd rather do than just lie cuddle up to my boyfriend. If he weren't asleep, I probably wouldn't even be this affectionate.

"Hey," A deep, sleepy voice says. A-and he is awake. I move to pull away, but his arms around my waist stop me. "Nuh, uh. It is just barely dawn. I don't want to move yet." He says with a gravely tone that I can feel all the way in the tips of my toes. Eventually, I relax into him again. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad—to let him know how much I really love him.

Just then I realize that I do love the son of Apollo. And a wave of terror washes over me. Because although I am willing to let him know the depth of my feeling, there is no way it is reciprocated. Even if he honestly likes me, love is just not possible. Not if I'm the subject. I'm far too… broken.

"What's the matter, Death Boy?" Will whispers into my hair and I shake my head. I can't tell him, it would only put him under pressure. And, knowing him, he'd lie and say he loves me too just to make me feel better.

"Nothing, I'm fine. Actually, I'm pretty good." I murmur and try to cast my negative thoughts away. Just for this morning, I want to enjoy being in his warm, bright presence with no interruptions. "I'm happy." I tell him. And glance up at his relaxed face. His eyes are half lidded and his mouth it parted slightly and turned up at the corners, as always. A beam of light manages to make its way to his face from my darkened window, giving him that almost unearthly glow that he inherited from his father. Slowly, I plant a soft kiss on his jaw, reveling when his breath hitches. "Thanks for staying, Will." I sigh.

"No problem." He grins then bolts up.

"I thought you didn't want to move." I complain.

"I don't, but I also want to kiss you, and I can't do that with morning breath."

"So what? You're just going to run to your cabin and back?" I roll my eyes.

"No, I saw some mints last night…" He says and picks up a plastic container.

I laugh a little, secretly marveling at his every move. "Must be Hazel's. Hand me one?" I ask. He nods and we suck on the cinnamon flavored mints as he climbs back into bed. "Now what was that about kissing?" I ask in a low voice and he grins before capturing my mouth with his.

AN: Super short chapter. Sorry guys. But I don't have anything else written yet. I'm working on it, I swear, but I will probably update less often than I'd like. I'll at least do it every other week (I hope). Anyways he is some fluff to hold you over until the next chapter.