A/N: Nico fesses up like a big boy.

'Mary!' I sped over to her.

'Nico.' She put her elbows onto the counter. 'I was beginning to miss you.'

'Oh, I was already far beyond beginning to miss you. Yet, there was so much going on…' I took a deep breath. 'I'll explain it all, some day.'

'Take your time.'

Dionysus had reached the desk as well at this point. 'How is Ernest doing?'

'He is a healthy, happy baby. It has all gone surprisingly easy. As if the gods blessed us.'

'What a coincidence.'

She gave him a sly smile. 'I guess the prayers paid off.'

'Always nice.'

She chuckled. 'What do you want to drink?'

'Oh, blue gatorade,' I quickly said. She looked at me.

'You are quite sure about that.'

'Kind of am.' I looked up at Dionysus. 'It's thematicly appropiate.'

Dionysus raised his eyebrows. He seemed a little confused as to why blue gatorade could be thematicly appropiate.

Mary didn't ask any questions. She handed me a whole bottle of Gatorade and I thanked her, before we walked to our regular table.

'Blue gatorade appropiate?'

'Yes.' I popped off the cap and took a sip. 'I think I am beginning now. Before I change my mind.'

'Please do.' Dionysus narrowed his eyes. I wondered whether that was because he had an idea about what I was going to talk about or if he just thought I was acting really weird.

'So…' I swallowed. Okay Nico, do it. Say that you were in love with Percy Jackson. 'Eh… you know how we talked about love and homophobia and Eros a few times?'

'We did. You said you were happy with Will Solace and that you did not face a lot of homophobia in your everyday life.'

'And that is true! It is true! That is not what I want to talk about. Or, it kind of is… Man!'

'Take it easy.'

'Yes. Eh, at first, I did not want you to know the thing, and then I did not think about it for a while. Yet, the night after our troube with the Elder Gods, I decided I should tell you after all.' I took a sip of blue gatorade.

'It seems like it still takes a lot of effort to say it.'

'It kind of does.'

'Look, I don't what it is, but if it is too difficult, we can…'

'I was in love with Percy Jackson.'

So. So. If there was any way to shut up the great god Dionysus, it was the words 'I was in love with Percy Jackson.' He looked at me like I had gone insane. 'May I explain it further?'

He didn't say anything. He looked as if he could not begin to comprehend it right now.

'I am going to explain if further. So, I was in love with him, and to put it simple: I hated it. I loathed myself because of it. Partly because I loathed Percy Jackson.'

'Ah-ha.' He was slowly waking up.

I sighed. 'The fact that I loathed him was what made it so horrible, I think. Yet, I... I could not help but feel like he was responsible for Bianca passing away.'

Dionysus closed his eyes and nodded.

'So... I hated him, I loved him, it was teenage angst, squared. Very difficult feelings.'

Dionysus opened his eyes. 'It indeed sounds complicated,' he answered in a flat voice.

I nodded. My heart was pounding in my chest. 'I still hated myself for it after I came to the conclusion that I shouldn't blame Percy for her death, even if I hated my myself ever so slightly less. Having to interract with him so often did not make it better.' I nodded to myself. 'So... yeah.'

'Yeah.' Dionysus took a deep breath, trying to understand all of the information thrown at him. 'Is this loating something you still feel now, or is it from the past?'

I shrugged. Did he had to ask difficult questions like that? 'I think both. The really ugly parts are behind me now. I am more comfortable with who I am and when my friends learned about this whole ordeal they did not make fun of me. That made me realise there was nothing to be ashamed off. Yet, I usually don't want to tell new people. It feels as if they'll think I am crazy.'

He was silent for a few seconds. 'I don't think you're crazy. I do have trouble understanding why...' He sighed. 'But I don't think you're crazy. I am sorry it caused you such pain, but I am also happy that it became less. That people accepted it.'

I got it. 'Yes, exactly that. And well…' The adrenaline slowly began to leave my body. I realised there was more to be said than just the words 'I was in love with Percy Jackson' and how those words made me feel. 'Ehm, this might be a longer story than I expected.'

He shook his head and tried to resume his role of therapist. 'You can tell it.'

'So, you know that Cupid was the one who forced me out of the closet. That was also when I was forced to say I had been in love with Percy.' I shuddered. 'It was the cherry on top of my forced coming out.'

For a few seconds, the Denny's was quiet. Mary looked around, a little confused, while something changed in Dionysus' gaze. 'Nico, let me say it again, because the first time was a mess: you don't have to worry about me finding it weird that you did not tell me you were…' He sighed, while staring off into the distance. The man could not bring himself to say it. 'I understand why you did not tell me. Because everyone knows that in my opinion, Mister Jackson is not exactly the pinnacle of specimen.' I have never ever heard a bigger understatement. 'With that out the way, If Eros not just forced you to expose who you are, but also to confess that you were in love with mister Jackson, that adds an extra layer of fear, I reckon.'

'Fear, but mostly embarrassment.' I could feel it even now I was telling it two years later. 'It still makes me feel embaressed right now.'

'Why do you think that is?'

I rolled. 'Because he is a hero. Even you cannot say he isn't. It is kind of like explaining how you were in love with a rockstar, except that this rockstar is also my friend. It's cringy, if I can use that word.'

'Rather not.'

I slouched down into my chair a bit. 'That being said, Percy barely reacted to it. I am still friends with him. He was confused when he first heard it, but well…' I shrugged. 'If I can say it, I think he is a little too dense on that field to make much of it.'

Dionysus tried to hide a laugh. 'Hm-hm.'

I tilted my head slightly. 'It was just horrible to have to cough it up before I was ready.'

Dionysus' expression got a little dark. 'It is a little too horrible for my tastes.'

'Ah.'

'What I said before about Cupid, or Eros, is that he does not know what he is doing. That he is oblivious of what his powers do to people. That the only person he has ever been human for is Psyche. Still, I do not want to write this off as just 'doesn't know what he is doing' anymore. It cleans the guilt of his hands and that while he targeted you specifically.' He took a deep breath.

I slowly took a sip of blue Gatorade.

'Sorry, Nico. That you had to go through this.'

'Ah. Yes.' I played with my bottle.

He gave me a small smile. 'I am glad you fully trust me now.'

'Yes. I do.' I would tell him again and I was glad I did. I did not even mind his initial reaction. 'I am not sure if this is the end of this. I might start to think about it.'

'That's okay. You can always talk.' It would have been a wholesome moment, I guess, if Dionysus hadn't had murder in his eyes. And that murder wasn't targeted towards me or Percy.

A/N: Mary's last appearance was chapter 32. Therefore, it was basically an eon ago for the reader that she was there, but in canon it was like… a few weeks.

Okay so originally I was going to make this the very end of the story. Not anymore. I've thought of a new chapter I can make the end (Yet, I don't know when that will be that).

While I was editing this it was a hot mess. I had to write the entire part where Nico tells why it was confusing to him because I hadn't done that in my first draft. I am happy with the end result, though!

Okay so in my mind Dionysus and Nico are both not that tall, but Dionysus can still physically look down on Nico. It is confusing honestly.