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Nico POV

At dinner we sat with Percy, Annabeth, Jason and Piper. Tables were mixed mostly, except for most of Ares and Aphrodite, who are just not accepting the changes at camp.

I put some bread on my plate, and wasn't even sure if I'd finish all of it.

Yes people, I've a lot of issues, but I got my doctor with me so it checks out.

However, my doctor was eating less than usual. Not as little as me but that boi can eat and stay fit even being every single day in the infirmary.

I've never asked really, but I have seen him work out in secret a lot of times. Actually, I've never thought of it this way. Does he do it on purpose to stay fit? I thought it was just in case of another war or something I guess.

"Is that all you're eating?"

"I could ask you the same question."

"I usually eat less, I think this is not just not being hungry."

"Neeks, c'mon"

"Will."

"Niccolo"

"William"

Now everyone was looking at us and I knew he wasn't planning on telling me what it was, but now he wanted to tell a little less. Maybe even a lot less.

"I'll tell you later."

"What was that about?" asked Piper.

"Nothing." we said at the same time.

"Hey what about before? Why are you leaving?" Percy questioned.

Will looked at me as if expecting me to talk, but it was his thing, so I looked back.

And then after a pause of looking, he was defeated and said, "Ok, fine."

"My grandmother has passed away and my mother wants me to go to the funeral. But she's homophobic and I'm not out to her, and I can't live like this. She's also asking me to go back to her, to stay forever and to keep me out of being a doctor for two years and..." he was wiping tears off now. "Sorry."

He started to leave and I went behind him.

When we arrived back to cabin 13, Will had stopped crying. He looked ashamed of his actions, but it was completely fine to cry after what happened.

Yes, the others would probably not cry for a thing like that one, but they have all been exposed to worse situations.

However, problems shouldn't be compared. Everyone has a different reaction and response. I can't believe I sounded like a therapist there, although it's all true.

"Mi amore, I'm not going to tell you not to worry, I hate that from experience, but you always seem happy and I know it's been hard for you in the past, still is."

I took his hand and started taking off his many tied bracelets slowly and carefully. I then traced the thin, meticulous lines around both of his wrists.

"Will, we do not want this to repeat. Or mine either. Remember?We agreed that no bad time would make us self harm. You don't always have to be a sunny doctor, and I don't have to seem distant or emotionless. Now, what's with the eating?"

Before he answered, he pulled my sleeve up and caressed my own scars.

"She used to call me fat, my mother. She would say I was a chubby boy and that chubby boys wouldn't ever get a girlfriend. And I mean, not in an offensive way, you are the best person I have ever met, but in a way she was right."