You had always been a bit of a pain, an aggravating headache that your friends tried so hard to look past. Anger issues were a constant occurrence, filled with swears in both your native tongue and Ancient Greek—it was impressive how you managed to say so little and so much all at the same time.

Nico seemed to be the only person who could handle that, who could calm you down. Even when the quest you went on with Percy and him had ended with you all arguing. Even when you had stormed off to cool down and almost got yourself kidnapped in the process.

Now, as you all walked through the busy New Jersey city in search of whatever magic door you needed to find, everyone ignored you. Everyone but Nico, who stuck by your side and kept up with your slow pace.

No one else seemed to get it, and you barely understood it yourself. He knew what kind of person you were, yet he still smiles.