Lose Yourself _percico_

9.

Nico hadn't heard anything from Percy is two weeks. 

Granted, he had ignored Percy's texts asking him where he was after the party. 

'Of course he didn't see me,' the Italian thought bitterly. 'He was sucking Luke's fucking face off.' 

And it hurt Nico so damn much. 

He went home and got drunk. 

And broke his phone. Accident or on purpose, he still didn't know. 

He didn't bother getting a new one though. He only talked to Percy and he didn't want to talk to him at that moment. 

So yeah. 

Maybe something finally got through Percy's dense head. 

And all communication between the two had become silent. 

Radio silence. 

And fuck it, Nico did not need Perseus fucking Jackson in his life.

He fucking did not. 

He had it all under control. 

All under fucking control. 

Well, that's what he told himself at least. 

Nico poured himself his fourth glass of whiskey, which was probably going to be his last for the night seeing as he was getting a little tipsy. He may be having his own pity party, but that didn't mean he couldn't do it with class. 

 He took a small sip, thinking deeply when someone knocked on his apartment's door. 

He made his way to the door with a small stumble. He wasn't expecting anyone but he was also not doing anything. Might as well see what they wanted. 

He opened the door, revealing a messed up Percy. 

He had a busted lip and and dry blood from a previous bloody nose. His left eye was turning black and purple and he looked to be supported more of his weight on the railing just outside of the apartment door. 

In summary, he looked like absolute shit. 

"Nico- I know you probably don't want to talk to me right now and I get it- well at least I think I do- the point is-" 

The green eyed boy rambled on, saying various things at once, cutting his own self off but Nico wasn't paying attention to any of it. Instead, he downed the remainder of his drink, turned around, and disappeared down the hallway. 

He left the door open, silently giving Percy permission to come inside. The aforementioned boy sat on the Italian's couch, waiting for his friend to come back. 

He didn't wait long, hearing Nico's muttering as he got closer. Nico stood there for a second looking at Percy, looking as if he was debating something with himself before sighing and making his way to the latter. 

He kneeled on the floor in front of where Percy was seated, setting down the first aid kit and the few other things he had brought out of the bathroom. 

Uncapping the rubbing alcohol, he poured a small amount on a white rag and looked up at Percy. 

"Hold still," he said. 

"Look, Nico, I'm not only here because I'm all beaten up, I came to apologize for everything I've done- Hey! That fucking stings!" 

Nico, who had little patience that night, pressed the rag onto Percy's bruised lip. 

"I said hold still." 

Percy didn't say anything else after that. 

They had almost managed to go a whole ten minutes of silence when Percy talked again.