Will put his head against the bark of the tree. Was he really going to do this? DId he want to leave his mom... in all this agony... her first born child, her only child... dead. Presumably dead.
He wanted to settle down with a nice boy-
You idiot faggot you can't even think properly
He shook his head to get that thought out of his head. He couldn't think like that, he couldn't.
He was going to settle down with a nice boy, adopt children, and get a nice house. He hoped.
He just wanted to start a new life, without all the bullies and well... yeah.
He didn't want to really leave, he just wanted a good life. Well, he thought, Then I better get going. Will got up and grabbed onto a branch. He was exhausted.
Will walked, lurched over on one foot, and stumbled down into the city, unsure of where he was going to go.
He remembered vaguely, it was barely a wisp of a memory, but he remembered that someone related to Annabeth used to be homeless. Until he died, whatever, he was not going to get involved in those set of gods anytime soon.
Will found an alley and turned his head sideways. It seemed like a nice place to take a rest, live there for a little. Well, until he found a house. He smiled a little to himself and walked in the alley
Will turned around, shocked. There was some food, and a little place set up. He didn't dare touch it. He had enough knowledge to know that if he did, this homeless person would probably come after him. He sat across from the food and curled up into a ball, and snuggled his head into the top of knees, arms tightly woven around his legs.
He must have fallen asleep when he was "resting"-well, as much as he could do in a cold alley in the middle of an afternoon- because he was startled by an "Eep!" and jolted his head up, afraid of what he would see next.
Well, he was damn surprised when he saw a scrawny boy in a shredded aviator jacket, clutching a bag.
And..., yup it is who you think. The next chapters will be in Nico's POV, and it is a flashback.