POV: (Nico)-(bold)
(Leo)-(regular)
(Percy)-(italics)
Regular Third Person POV Unless I Tell You Otherwise Like Labeling It "Blah blah blah's POV"-(underlined)
Leo had too many thoughts running through his head. He couldn't stop thinking about "The kiss".
"The kissES" he should say.
He didn't even have to say anything. One small, awkward peck on the lips and Nico understood.
Leo liked him. Nico liked him.
They understood each other better than anyone on the ship understood them.
They were friends.
Wait. Were they friends? What were they? It almost reminded him of... NO! No thinking about it. He wasn't dead. Yeah, he wasn't dead so why not think about him?
Leo flopped over and made what may have been the stupidest thing he could've possibly decided to do.
He slept.
Nico couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about Leo.
Leo.
Leo.
Leov? What?
Love... Oh.
Leo.
Love Leo. Yeah. He already knew that.
But now it was different. He knew that Leo liked? loved? was interested? wanted to date? was just confused? needed? him, too.
Nico got up for a snack.
Percy got up for a snack... he always did. Same time. Every night.
And
it
was
a
good
thing
too.