Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

FIFTY

TW: Assault, drugging

WILL POV:
"I don't want to say I told you so but I told you so," I smirk as I pull out of the schools parking lot.

"Shut the fuck up," Nico grumbles. "Let me just be happy."

I grin at him, reaching over to put my hand on his knee while I drive. He places his hand over mine, then picks it up and starts absentmindedly playing with my fingers.

Octavians been back for a week now, but he's avoiding even looking at Nico and I. I think when Nico knocked him out cold it finally clicked in his head "damn, maybe I shouldn't mess with a guy who could kill me in 2 seconds flat."

"I'm sure when the actual trial happens it'll start back up again," Nico sighs.

"Maybe not, remember Walker said that since other people have stepped forward about their assaults you might not need to take the stand. They already have video evidence of your attack, so it should be easy for him to get you out of having to attend," I remind him, squeezing his thigh reassuringly.

He shrugs, "Doesn't mean my name won't come up."

"I know Neeks," I say. "But the attention might not be mostly on you at least."

He grunts in acknowledgment and lays his head against the window looking lost in thought.

I put my hand on this thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze to get his attention. "Don't stress too much. Whatever comes of it you won't have to deal with it alone."

He put his hand on top of mine, "I know. It's still scary."

"I know," I say flipping my hand over so I can hold his again.

He adjusts in his seat so he can lean his head on my shoulder.

"Next week will go just the same cause I'm sure this weekend some new drama will come up for everyone to obsess about," I try to assure him.

"Hopefully," he says closing his eyes as he rests on my shoulder. "Can we stop talking about this right now?"

"Of course," I say.

We drive the rest of the way home in comfortable silence.

"How was school?" Mom asks that night at the dinner table. Nico had made us spaghetti and meatballs again because I had been craving them ever since the first time he made them for me.

"Better," Nico answers taking a bite of a mozzarella stuffed meatball.

"No one barked at him or anything," I smile happily as I take the first bite of Nicos delicious cooking.
"Just as good the second time."

Nico rolls his eyes as he pushes the noodles around in the bowl because he seems to think that makes it look like he's eating.

"At least I know when I finally kick the bucket you won't go hungry," Mom smiles suggestively at me, causing me to blush.

"If I'm feeling nice that is," Nico smirks.

I roll my eyes, "You love me, you'd never let me starve."

"I can be quite petty Ill let you know," Nico argues playfully. "I'm capable of worse things than not cooking for you."

"I'll just have to make myself a sandwich on those days," I shrug.

"I'll put locks on the cabinets."

I roll my eyes, "Bolt cutters."

"I'll hide them too."

"I'll have a secret stash of food that's up too high for you to reach."

Nico scoffs, "You can't use your height against me. That's not fair."