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Camp Half Blood was climate controlled, so you’d expect such a place to always be sunny, but that was not the case. It had to rain at least some of the time for the strawberry fields to grow fruit and the grass to stay green. Today was one of those days, maybe one of the worst of those days because it was thundering instead of just raining.
Nico was terrified of the storm, being a son of Hades he feared thunderstorms the way children of Athena were scared of spiders. His father’s rivalry with Zeus meant all children of Zeus were scared of death and all children of Hades were scared of thunder. Though his fear might also have come from a vague memory of his mother being struck down by Zeus.
Whatever the reason, Nico was curled up under a blanket crying. It was so stupid that people gave him crap for being terrified of storms, thinking that the son of Hades should be above such phobias, but nobody cared that Jason was scared of death. Maybe cause death was a normal fear but thunderstorms were something only little kids would be scared of. Nico sat there crying wishing Will was there, the storm was worse than usual and lightning struck uncomfortably close to camp, thunder coming only seconds after the flash. He was hyperventilating and scared, he didn’t want to be alone in the storm. He found his phone and texted Will.
Will knew that Nico was scared of storms, so when his phone vibrated with a text he didn’t even have to read what it said to know to run to cabin 13 and be with Nico, even if he was mid infirmary shift. He didn’t even bother grabbing an umbrella or anything and burst into the cabin soaking wet. Nico looked up at Will, relief in his tear filled eyes that his boyfriend was there. He almost smiled.
Almost, he had a reputation to keep up despite his crying over thunder.
Will flopped onto the bed, and Nico didn’t really care that his fluffy blanket was wet now, he could always throw it in the dryer. His sunshine was here, and that was better than any fluffy blanket.
“You look like an idiot.” Nico reaches to play with Will’s wet curls. Even sticking to his forehead, Will’s hair always looked better than Nico’s.
Probably because Will brushed his hair, and Nico rarely ever did.
“You’re hogging the blanket.” Will complains, tugging on it. “Would it kill you to share? It’s a king sized blanket.”
“Well, it’s my blanket, I don’t know why you expect me to share.” Nico rolls his eyes “and besides, I am a king, so it’s already at capacity.”
“Oh, my mistake for thinking that you would kindly share the warmth after forcing me out into the freezing rain for you.” Will thought he said that with a playful tone, but he sees Nico freeze up. “Wait no, no, it’s fine, you don’t have to share if you don’t want to. I didn’t mean it to sound like you owe me or forced me, I would’ve come even if you didn’t ask.”
There was a silence where Nico was clearly processing those words while Will started to shiver. Seeing his boyfriend like that, Nico’s hesitation broke. He wrapped the blanket around the other boy. “If you told me you were cold, I would’ve just given it to you. I thought you were fine, you’re always warm.”
“I’m not always warm.” Will says, wrapping the offered blanket half tight.
“Then why do you always wear shorts?” Nico asks to defend his point.
“I’m from Texas, I can usually get away with that. Plus, cargo shorts have a lot of pockets.” With the blanket around them, the two were close enough to cuddle without reaching for each other.
“You could wear cargo pants. In fact, I think I bought you cargo pants for that exact reason. You never wear them.” Nico was completely distracted from the storm at this point, exactly why he texted Will to come over.