Splash. Nico slipped on his laces, head-first into a puddle. Pathetic, he told himself. Bianca would have been better than you.
Bianca.
Nico couldn't stop his tears falling, even though he knew Hades didn't believe that anymore. They spilled one after the other, like a river. Or a dam that broke after years and years of keeping it together.
He furiously wiped his cheeks, until- they went through them. Nico didn't know what to say, really. Or do.
I wonder if my hands are touching my brains right now, he giggled. All that crying must have released a happy chemical in his body, or something like that.