HOLDING HANDS AND INFIRMARIES

“Nico,” Piper had called. “Where are you-”
Nico rubbed his eyes, trying to stifle a yawn. He hated mornings. He really did. He waved at Piper, not really answering her question, but she managed to rush up to him.
“Very nutritious,” she glanced down at the two apples Nico had in his hand. He snorted in response.
“One’s for Will,” he stated, starting to walk a little faster. “I’m late-”
“Will, huh?” she said a little too casually. Nico almost choked. She swiftly changed the subject. “Late to where, exactly?”
“Infirmary,” Nico broke out into a run. “Sorry, Piper, I have to-”
“So that’s where you’ve been hiding!” she called after him. He ran a safe distance away before revealing a little smile.

Notes

love them