Nico POV Nico di Angelo had lost so much. Mother. Sister. Friends. ... Happiness. The one thing he was confident he would never lose were his brothers. Not biologically, but close enough. Jason and Percy were his /way/ too protective older brothers which he hated, until he didn't. Nico hated the way Jason would literally hide in bushes during Nico and Will's private chats, how the moment Nico was hurt, he would start barking orders to fix him. He hated these moments. Until he didn't. Now, when having a Will moment, or when he got hurt, there was no Jason to squeal from a bush, there was no Jason to fuss over him when he was hurt. "Nico?" a certain voice pulled him out of the trance. "Scusi." Nico pushed past Will's caring demeanor and past his boyfriend's father's apologetic attitude. Nico thought all was lost. He felt like running again. He felt like that until they all took a trip to Boston to meet Annabeth's cousin and the first thing he noticed were a pair of electric blue eyes.
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