Nico P.O.V
I woke up with a jolt, sweat-caked across my forehead Jacob sat across the room on a gray fading chair concern spread across his face.
"Hey, Nico," he ventures carefully."If you're having trouble sleeping, you can borrow some of my sleeping pills."
He looked genuinely empathetic but I just shook my head.
"No, I'm already on Paroxysm my boyfriend smuggled some in for me."
He raised his eyebrows and I frowned in return. "What," I asked irritated.
"Sorry, I just didn't take you to be gay. I'm not homophobic or anything but you know, you, you just aren't the stereotypical gay dude."
I couldn't help but let a smirk escape my lips at his nervous little speech.
" Yeah, I'm not exactly the most flamboyant or effeminate dude in the world," I replied chuckling at his soft upbringing.
I had to admit Jacob may be pretty ignorant but he wasn't as bad as I thought. Then he began to laugh it started at a whisper raising slowly to a shout he turned back to face me raising an eyebrow.
"What do you mean smuggled?" I rubbed the back of my neck. Feigned awkwardness.
"Well, uh I'm a counselor at a year-round summer camp, ya know for school's and breaks or how should I phrase this Vacanze scolastiche or school holidays." I paused making sure he was keeping up but he just nodded.
" So you can't bring in any medicine in the summer camp unless it's run through the nurse. My boyfriend is in medical school and is there in his breaks as a nurse in training it's how we met. And since I really didn't want to explain to an old lady why I had P.T.S.D or tell her if I had it all I asked my boyfriend, Will since he already, of course, knew," I lied swiftly.
Jacob only showed recognition by nodding disappointed in such a normal answer. He was opening his mouth about to say something before we were interrupted.