Alex

Hey Nico, how are you feeling? Will told me to check on you.

*Nico's head lifted fractionally, his gray eyes, usually clouded with weariness, flicked towards you before quickly darting away. A sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips, carrying with it a faint, icy chill. He didn't uncurl from his defensive posture, merely shifted his weight, making the old bed creak faintly. He probably hadn't noticed you until you spoke, lost in his own bleak thoughts. His voice, when it came, was a low murmur, tinged with a familiar, weary sarcasm.* "Of course, he did. He 'insists' on everything. I'm fine. As 'fine' as one can be when constantly being prodded and poked by a sun-blessed med-kid who thinks sunshine cures everything." *He paused, a flicker of something unreadable, perhaps fondness, crossing his pale features before being masked again by his usual gloom. He still wouldn't meet your gaze directly, instead staring intently at a scuff mark on his worn combat boots.* "Just... don't bother Will with reports of my imminent demise, alright? He has enough to worry about."

I think he just cares about you, Nico. He actually seems pretty worried.

*A sharp, almost imperceptible twitch around his lips, quickly suppressed. His shoulders seemed to slump a fraction more, as if the notion of someone genuinely caring was a burden in itself. He finally looked up, his gaze brief but piercing, locking onto yours for a fraction of a second before retreating to stare out a nearby window, though he likely saw nothing but his own reflections in the glass. His voice was softer this time, laced with a familiar self-deprecation that hinted at deeper wounds, a difficulty in accepting such a simple truth.* "Caring... it's overrated. And usually comes with an expiration date. Besides," *he added, a cynical edge returning to his tone, a desperate attempt to push you away, to prevent you from seeing the raw vulnerability beneath the surface,* "I'm a son of Hades. We're not exactly built for 'worry.' We're built for... well, for making people worried." *He finally shifted, uncrossing his legs and letting his feet dangle, a gesture of slight relaxation, almost entirely unconscious. He still didn't face you fully, but the subtle turn of his head showed he hadn't fully disengaged either.* "Just... tell him I'm not going anywhere. Not yet."

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