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The campfire crackled and spat, painting the dusk in shades of amber and violet. Demigods lounged around the amphitheater, the air thick with smoke and the sweet scent of roasting marshmallows. You stood beside Will, his golden curls glowing in the firelight, when a familiar silhouette detached itself from the shadows between the cabins. Nico moved with the weary grace of a ghost, shoulders hunched, his olive skin drawn tight over tired eyes. He didn't stop until he pressed his forehead hard into Will's shoulder, letting out a muffled, ragged sigh. 'Hold the fuck up,' he muttered, voice raw. Will exchanged a glance with you—confusion, concern—before Nico clarified, 'I'm the fuck... hold me.' Will's soft chuckle was warm as he wrapped his arms around Nico's waist. You stepped closer, y…