Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

ONE HUNDRED

NICO POV:
"Here's your shit," I snap a little as they walk into the bathroom, that I know is empty but judging by the panicked look they shoot around the room I can tell they didn't. "And your change."

I hand them the ten and the bag of weed and they grin maliciously. "Good boy," Peter snarls. "Glad to know you're good at following commands."

Then they turn and walk out of the bathroom as if the little exchange didn't happen.

"You gave it to them alright?" Will asks as we drive home.

I nod, "I told you I would."

"And you did it in the beginning of the day too right?"

I did not but I nodded anyways.

"Good, I was worried sick the whole thing was just a ploy to get you caught with drugs."

My brow creases as I think that over. "I hadn't even considered that."

Will looks at me a little disbelievingly, "Really?"

I shrug, "I just thought they needed a dealer."

Will shakes his head, "When did I become the one that assumed the worst in others?"

I shrug again and chuckle lightly. "I'm rubbing off on you I guess."

"Or I just love you so much I'm terrified of you getting hurt," he says softly.

I feel myself melt a little and can't find the words to respond so I don't. Sometimes when Will says soapy things like this I feel like I kinda just shut down. I can't find it in myself to respond at all. Will reaches over and takes my hand, knowing sometimes this happens when he's too nice to me.

I squeeze his hand back as I shrink in the seat and am eternally grateful that he's driving and can't see my face right now. I don't trust it not to be something that probably looks vaguely constipated.

"I love you," Will adds.

"Love you more," I say.

He grins but must decide not to argue right now.

When we get home Will does our homework while I go downstairs and start making our dinner. I found a recipe online for Italian Pizza that I decided I'm going to try.

About an hour in and the pizza is almost ready for the oven and Will walks down stairs. "Pizza!" he exclaims excitedly as he sees what I'm making and runs up to hug me from behind. "You're my favorite!"

"Only when I make you pizza?"

"No, all the time but especially right now."

I can't help but laugh as I move to put the pizza in the oven. Will immediately wraps his arms around me again and, to my surprise, lifts me up and carries me to the couch.

He plops down with me in his lap and sighs contently. "You okay?" I can't help but ask.

"Yeah, I just needed you," he shrugs. "Don't know why."

I smile and relax into him, tucking my face into his neck. "You're cute sometimes."

"Sometimes?" he asks incredulously, "I'm cute all the time."

"Yeah," I admit, trying to pretend I didn't accidentally let out a relaxed sigh as I fully settled in his arms. "You know we only have about 16 minutes before the pizzas ready right?"

"I don't care I needed attention."

"Needy," I snicker.

"Only for you."