"You're so careful," Will noticed, his smile beaming. Any idiot could tell he was Apollo's kid, Nico thought to himself. Will just lit up at certain things. Right now, he was grabbing Nico's perfectly cut 14 inch bandages, taking a small pause to tease him. "You don't need to be so careful."
Nico crossed his arms. Not that Will could see. He'd already turned back towards his patient.
"I feel like when you're handling someone's life," Nico said, a little grumpily, "You kind of need to be careful."
Will turned back around, rolling his eyes. "Nico. Cutting the bandages a half inch longer or shorter isn't going to kill anyone."
He held his hand out for the other bandage. Nico glared as he dropped the other very cautiously cut material into Will's hand, and Will smiled. His fingers brushed Nico's palm for the longest two seconds Nico had ever felt, and once again, Will turned back to his patient- a young twelve year old boy who was watching them with weary eyes.
That was the sixth time their hands had brushed like that that day.
Not that Nico was counting.
