What's next?

Nico walked up to Will, who was caring for a passed out Ares girl. Nico frowned down at her, next to Will. “I told them time and time again,” Will said, “screaming that much will eventually make them faint.”
Nico smiled (something he was still getting used to.) “I think they probably prefer the term ‘lose consciousness.’” Will laughed lightly and looked around. Other than the Ares girl and a Hermes kid (who got hit in the head for taking an Aphrodite boy’s comb), no one was in the infirmary.
Will sighed, and grabbed Nico’s hand. “Wanna walk around? I’m bored, and these two will be down for a while.” Nico nodded. He really didn’t like other people touching him, but Will’s touch always seemed warm and welcoming.
Will led them out of the infirmary. Nico felt pretty strange, here, with Will. Nico was so used to the darkness, to the cold. So used to the… well, dead. But Will made him feel warm and light. Like the sun.
Nico could feel his face flush, and thanked the Gods that he had his Italian olive-shaded skin. It wouldn’t be as noticeable. Will kept going, until they were in the woods, at the edge of the camp. “Okay, here it is.” Will said, casual as always. “So we’ve been dating for three weeks… are you planning on telling your friends?”
Nico nodded. “Mmhmm. I- I’m just sort of… nervous.” Will’s gaze softened. He grabbed Nico and squeezed him into a tight hug. No, Nico didn’t mind this. He actually wondered if this was how Annabeth felt around Percy.
Will let up and pulled back. “They won't reject you. They are your friends, after all.” Nico nodded again. He sighed, looked up (What time was it? Not anywhere near time for dinner…), and sat on the ground. He picked up a stick and broke it.
Will sat beside him. He studied his own hands, then studied Nico’s. Will’s were much larger. “I have a hunch…” Nico looked at Will, dead serious. “What hunch?” Will sighed, then went on. “I am the son of Apollo… I think we’re probably going to be in a prophecy soon. A big one… again.”
Nico groaned, and buried his face in his hands. “Gods, no, not again, please,” he muttered. Will grabbed Nico’s head and gently pulled him toward him. Nico sat, his head resting against Will’s chest. “Gods damnit, I can’t do it any more. I can’t do it any more.”
Will shushed him. “Nico. Calm down. You need brain gum, so you don’t fade away.” Nico had to laugh. Of course, Nico realized, he couldn’t let Will worry. He’d kill himself to heal another, as healing was all he had.
Or, all he thought he had.

Notes

SPOILERS!!! Takes place in Nico's point of view.
SO SO SORRY! It took forever, and I was taking a break!
This chapter is incredibly short... BUT!
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