"For the last time, I will not call you sweetcakes!"
"Ah come on, Neeks!"
Nico sighed in exasperation. He seemed to be doing that a lot in Will's company. He loved the guy to death but this was honestly getting too much...
He looked at Will, an image with his forehead scrunched up with a slight glisten from perspiring left and right over his patients, his cheeks rosy from being worked up, and though his tone was teasing, there was an innocent joy in his eyes, a glint of anticipation, celebration all over the fact that Nico sat there. Nico was flattered, really, and hooked. He couldn't look away. Will wanted Nico to bring their relationship in the clear. No. Just no. He had this mentality that once everyone knew about them, The gods would take Will away from him, too. Just like they had everybody else. And he didn't know what he just might do if that happened. The image of him storming into Olympus made him cringe in nightmares of losing the one person he truly loved. It made him cringe, yes, but he didn't doubt himself doing so and snapping every single one of their divinely annoying necks if it came to that. If he didn't bring out his relationship, although, he was losing Will in another way. He felt caged. Trapped, with a maelstrom of swirling emotions. There was fear, yes. But pure defiance stood unwaveringly. Nico looked in Will's eye with a steel, yet anonymous. Will was a dork. But he was Nico's dork. And nobody would take him away from Nico. Tonight, it was. Nico hooked his arm in Will's and ruffled his hair lightly-
"Aw! now you've messed the do"
-despite numerous protests. Nico laughed and Will looked at him in awe. Just a minute ago, this guy looked ready to pelt him in stones and now this. He hadn't missed the warring emotions on his unofficial boyfriend's face, but had decided to leave him be. Honestly, that had been a bit confusing, and don't get him wrong, he wasn't a wimp, but anything to get past the pelting with stones stage. That would definitely annihilate his hairdo. Oh, and that didn't happen? Deep breaths. In and out. He got seriously mad when people failed to recognise the sacred nature of his haird-
"What 'do' are you talking about? You live on a bedhead." Nico asked with a very dignified pig snort.
Will huffed and muttered something. Nico caught the words "no one understands me", "it's a sacred bedhead" and probably "pen pineapple apple pen"...? Nah, that must be Nico's imagination.
IAMAGIGANTICIDIOTTG-line break
Nico looked over at Will. He had been sitting at the Apollo cabin for a while now. You know due to his medical condition, y'know. Wink Wink. Hey, he had a doctor's note. It very clearly states that-... insert throat clearing sound here... Anyway, he was struck with a sudden thought and he caught Will's eye, smirking at him, letting a bit of his playful side come out ( Pun infinitely intended. I have absolutely no shame).
" Pass the salt, will you...Sweetcheeks?" He winked at the blond, shamelessly. He stared at Nico like he was an angel (Again. What did I say about no shame?).
Nico grinned, "Well, come on! I wasn't joking about the salt."
A shaking hand extended towards the salt sprinkler. Guess who? Nico let out one more entirely too classy snort.