We Can Work It Out || closed || lightningsgrace
Nico had been moodier than usual since Croatia.
He was less than willing to talk to people, opting not to be around the others as much. He got the picture. They thought he was creepy. He got it, loud and clear. He didn't need any reminders of what an outcast he was.
Nico wasn't sure how to act around Jason, though. The son of Jupiter knew his secret; knew his true feelings. He wasn't sure he trusted what Jason had said, that he would be accepted, so he buried whatever hope he had down deep inside him, not willing to discuss it.
So, of course, somehow he couldn't avoid another conversation with the guy.
Nico looked up from his spot against the ship's railing, looking more ragged than usual, the dark circles under his eyes brighter. He scowled a little, and turned away. "Jason."











