Sorry for not updating this one in a while! I was trying to write some more!

Louisa shipped it. And she wasn't very discreet about it. With the help of Travis Stoll, she was selling 'Team Solangelo' T-shirts by their one-month-anniversary. Nico had triumphantly burned a box, but hadn't realised she had hidden six more. In retaliation to his pyromancy, she wore a different coloured one every day for a week. Nico didn't even look at anyone wearing one.

Until…

He shuffled into breakfast, yawning into his hand.

"Nico!" Will grinned, waving from his table. He jumped up and Nico froze.

"Oh no."

"What?" Will puzzled. Nico pointed, pressing his lips together. Will looked down at himself. "Oh." Bright blue 'Team Solangelo'. He looked back at Nico, grinning. He spread his arms and turned around. Nico thought his head was going to explode. Between his shoulders, 'Sol'. Austin threw him something, a wad of black cloth. Will fanned it out, showed him the back- 'Angelo'. Louisa popped up at Nico's side, slinging an arm about his shoulders so he couldn't escape.

"Cool, huh?" She grinned.

"I hate you."

"Join the club." She held out her other hand, making grabby motions. Will threw the T-shirt her way and before Nico knew it, she had wrestled it over his head and was ordering him to put his arms through. Nico glared. Louisa's eyes hardened in a look he was all too familiar with- cooperate or I will make this worse.

Nico didn't doubt her. So he put his arms through the sleeves and sighed. Will crashed into him, laughing and squeezing him. If it had been anyone else, Nico would have put them on their ass. But Will… could somehow get away with it, his hugs weren't torture. Before him, only Hazel and Louisa could occasionally sneak a hug from him. Hazel's hugs were fine, soft, short and simple generally, but Louisa's hugs would crack his ribs and lift him clear off the floor. Will's were warm and soft, but firm and more often than not, reciprocated.

Chiron called to Louisa and she huffed, wandering off. Will leant back, resting his hands on Nico's shoulders.

"She said she's sold most of the T-shirts now. She's got a new target for her next batch."

"New target?" Nico quizzed.

"Won't tell anyone." Will shrugged. "Come on, let's get you fed."

Three months in, Nico was amazed. Will was still with him, generally buzzing about somewhere. Louisa's next target had been poor Leo- or Leonidas. Leo was not impressed, especially when people called him his full name more than anything else.

"Leo has the patience of a saint." Will remarked one day.

"I'm sure he's plotting something." Nico stabbed at the dummy. Will hummed, crossing his legs and propping his medicinal herbs book open in his lap. Nico cut the head off the next one, spun and gutted the third. Will considered him for a moment. Immediately, his doctor-side took over. Nico had gained weight the last few months, looked less pale and less gaunt. The shadows under his eyes hadn't improved much, but Will knew his sleeping pattern had. He was on top of his training, arms lean. He twisted his sword in his hand and smashed the hilt into the next dummy's helmet. He turned to Will, a question on his lips. He stopped short, wiping at his forehead. "Are you…?" Will realised he was staring.

"Yes." He said unabashedly. This time last month, Nico might have gutted him like a training dummy. Now, Nico just blushed. He quickly turned away, but not before Will had seen him smiling bashfully.

He dispensed of the last of the dummies in quick succession, scattering straw and cloth about the floor. Will closed his book and stood, stretching his arms over his head. "I've got archery now, but I'll carry on checking you out later." Nico spluttered, crimson. Will laughed, taking this distraction to move towards him. Nico wouldn't look him in the eye. Will switched hands with his book, curling his fingers under Nico's chin. "Could be worse." He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Lou could've heard me."

"Don't you dare-"

"I'm not that stupid, but nice to know you have faith in me. Ciao." Will took his leave, almost bumping into Percy and Louisa on the way out. They were bickering, unsurprisingly, but from what Will could gather, it wasn't anything worth fighting over.

"I'm tellin' ya, stick it on the grill for a couple of minutes, bit of onion-"

"I'm not taking cooking advice from someone that set fire to the oven trying to boil an egg."

"I forgot it was there!"

"How? You were three feet from it!"

"Like you could do better!"

"Like that's hard! Will, can you tell this loon-"

"Fuck off, I'm right!"

"You never are!"

"I always am!"

"You're not right setting fire to an oven we've had for three months trying to boil a frigging egg!"

"I'll boil you in a minute!"

"As much as I want to get involved in, uh… this… I have archery to get to. Nico's inside, ask him. I'm sure he'll love to help!" Will darted off, but not before he heard Nico cursing him- Solace, I will end you!