Nico's eyes were flickering closed as the last of Apollo's rays settled across the horizon. The gentle swaying of the hammock he was in lulled him to sleep, even as he fought to stay awake.
Will made a snuffling noise, curling tighter in Nico's chest, hands coming up to cover his face adorably. Nico looked down at him, not bothering to hide the sappy grin on his face as the younger boy drifted off to sleep on his chest.
They were suspended on a hammock, near the edge of the forest, but overlooking the sea. Nico's foot was hanging off the edge of the cloth, slowly rocking them. Will's legs were between his own, head laying on the Ghost King's chest, asleep.
Will had been the one to set this up, tugging Nico behind him as he showed the smaller boy what he had done. Will's proud face flashed behind his eyelids as they closed again. Nico had leapt on it instantly, holding his arms out in an invitation for the blonde boy to join him.
A faint smell of marshmallows and wood fire carried on the breeze fro where the other campers were having the nightly campfire, snatches of their songs washing over the sleepy boyfriends.
Nico kicked his foot gently in the dusty ground, not wanting to wake the boy on his chest. He let his head lull back, one of his hands coming to rest on the small of the other boy's back, whereas the other slowly tangled itself in the others hair.
"I love you." he whispered, into the fast-approaching night, Will's even breath soothing him.
"I love you too." The blonde boy murmured, hardly audible.
And Nico di Angelo, safe and happy and loved, grinning up at the sky, because of all of the shitty things the gods had thrown at him, he thanked them because they had given him this.