"I don't belong." The words circulate inside the blonde boy's head that night, just like they have done for a while now, constantly repeating themselves so much that it gives him a headache. "No one wants me." Yet again, Nico's words keep jabbing at him, almost as though the younger boy had picked up his sword and started stabbing him over and over and over again in his chest, making his lovesick heart bleed with raw emotion.

Will begins to toss and turn, starting to become restless. He can't sleep - not while he's being reminded of Nico and his words. Not while he's being tormented by the fact that Nico doesn't think that he belongs, when Will knows so well that he does - that there's a place for him not only in his heart, but in the hearts of all his friends. Will knows that Nico is loved - in fact, he's rarely been more certain about anything other than how to heal the other demi-gods in the camp.

And Will really doesn't want him to leave.

Tomorrow, he tells himself. Tomorrow, I'll make a move. Nico is back for now, after all, and that's how he wants it to stay.