Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, HOO, or TTOA. I just think there should be more Nico/Will related content in the world.

As we sat by the campfire, I couldn't help but marvel at how right everything felt – sitting here with Will.

It had been a long time since I'd felt truly at peace or had much time to simply sit and be still without the imminent threat of death. It helped that Will's presence seemed to have this quality to it – he was so good-natured and easy to talk to that it was almost calming to do anything with him. Even sit in silence.

That wasn't to say he didn't still make me extremely nervous. But it wasn't exactly a chore to hang out with him like it was with some people.

"You guys want one?" Jason's voice interrupted my thoughts. He was holding out a blanket. When I quirked my brow slightly – in a way I knew was imperceptible to anyone else but him, he quickly added a "Don't worry, I'm handing them to everyone," under his breath, grinning sheepishly.

"Thanks, Grace." Will said cheerfully, taking the blanket. I could feel my ears turn warm. That was another thing I'd noticed about Will Solace: he was completely oblivious.

Jason winked at me before he walked off.

"You cold?" Will asked, but it wasn't really a question. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he was draping the blanket over the both of us, practically beaming. And I couldn't be sure, but he seemed to have scooted closer. Our arms brushed up against each other, sending those dammed skeletal butterflies in my stomach into overdrive. But perhaps that was just wishful thinking on my behalf. I had still yet to figure him out properly.

It had been a month since my promised three days in the infirmary, and I'd thought by now, I'd have more of a clear inclination as to whether Will just wanted to be friends or was interested in something decidedly different to friendship. But I found myself more puzzled than ever. We'd shared far too many brushes of fingers and lingering glances in the past few weeks, and he seemed to have no personal boundaries when it came to questioning me about my life. But I also knew from the rumor mill around camp – being the whole of the Aphrodite cabin – that he had had a girlfriend before.

Upon finding that out, I'd reduced our interactions to my simply overthinking things and falling for yet another completely oblivious straight boy. But then he'd asked me to come to the campfire.

And now we were sharing a blanket.

The whole thing was very confusing.

But then I felt his warm hand slip into mine under said blanket, and electric currents shot up my spine as his fingers slowly twined with mine. I quickly tried to school my features to not reflect my complete and utter shock, staring straight ahead at the campfire.

I think my heart had stopped dead in my chest though, and that could become a problem.

I waited for him to pull away, to brush it off as a mistake. But he didn't.

He was holding my hand.

Will solace was holding my hand.

After a few moments, he cleared his throat. "Is…is this ok?" He said. I don't think I'd ever heard him sound so nervous about something – he normally seemed so self-assured. He acted deliberately, and with confidence.

I chanced a look at him and found that his tanned, freckle-covered face was now covered with a smattering of pink. His clear blue eyes searching mine. My heart sputtered back to life in my chest at the sight, beating so rapidly I was sure he could hear it. I wasn't sure I had the mental faculties left to form words, but Will was biting his lip, waiting for my answer.

Oh, my gods.

"Yes." I managed, squeezing his fingers. And then he squeezed mine back, positively beaming again. In fact, if I didn't know any better – I'd have said he started to physically glow. Like for real - but I couldn't be sure in the light of the campfire.

I wanted to ask him what this meant. Did it mean we were dating? Was he my boyfriend? Did he want to be? My brain went into overdrive. Would he want to tell people? But as if he were the child of a mind-reader and not of Apollo, Will quieted my thoughts.

"Is it ok if we talk about it tomorrow?" He asked. "I was really just enjoying…being here with you." He said, now leaning against my shoulder.

I smiled down at him. "Tomorrow? Yeah, I suppose that would be okay." I said, the beginnings of a shy smile painting my lips.