Chapter ThirtyFive

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WPOV:

I start making breakfast, and Nico walks in soon after. He's wearing one of my shirts, which is much too big for him. His messy hair makes him look even cuter! He sees me looking and shrugs.

"Want some pancakes?" I ask. Nico looks at them and nods, so I pass him a plate. "Help yourself." I smile. Nico takes two. "The toppings are in the cupboard." He opens it up and pulls out maple syrup. I take it from him when he's done and add it to my own.

When we're done, we get dressed. Nico seems to wear the same clothes every day: a black shirt with a white skull and black jeans. He also has a silver skull ring, which he never takes off. "Are those the only clothes you own?" I ask him. Nico rolls his eyes and points to all his clothes, which all look identical. "Seriously?" I ask. Nico nods. "We need to get you some new clothes." I sigh.

We spend the rest of the day just spending time together. "Percy's trail will be soon." I tell him. He flinched when he hears Percy's name, and I quickly apologise. "It's just... Do you think you can handle it?" I ask nervously. Nico nods, his eyes determined.

"You're very brave." I tell him. "Much braver than I could ever be." Nico shakes his head. "You are!" I insist. "I mean, you put up with all that for years, and you're still brave enough keep going..."

Nico moves closer to me, so he's sat right beside me. Our hips touch, and he rests his head on my shoulder. I take his hand and see a small mile flicker across his face, before it returns to his normal plain expression.

"I love you." I tell him. Nico points to his chest, then makes a heart shape with his hands and points to me. I smile and kiss his cheek, and he moves even closer to me. He closes his eyes contently, and I brush a strand of hair from his face. "You're amazing, Nico." I tell him quietly. "Absolutely amazing."

I'm really bad at ending chapters. If it's suspense, it's fine, but if it's not... I'm rubbish at it.

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