"Okay, think of it this way," and with that, Leo offered out his hand, pinky outstretched. "We make a deal. Hades likes deals right and you're his kid? This is your jam here." "I don't gamble." Nico deadpanned. Spent too much time in a casino for that. And he is not Hades when it boils down to it. His father may like his bets and wagers, but Nico's luck is bad enough to warn him against it. "Not a gamble. A deal." Leo stressed. "It's a fling. No strings attached. Just some self growth, high school type of relationship, learning how to date because you're so socially stunted type beat. You get too busy, or if I do, building this ship, we walk away with no hard feelings." Or: Like recognizes Like. And it's never a great idea to enter a hidden relationship with someone just for the hell of it, no matter how convincing their arguments get. Or Or: Nico falls into a kind of, maybe, sort of relationship with another guy marked for death. (Cross posted from Ao3)