It’s been years since Nico has made the first move. You didn’t have a problem with it at first, trying to use the excuse that he’s just busy. But that’s just a lie.

Nico’s problem has been going on since you two got together. Sure, he was a big snappy grump but it was hard to understand if he did really like you. It became exhausting making advances all the time with little to no reciprocation.

Everyone told you that “He’s just going through a lot” or “He’s always been like that”. You tried looking past the flaws and tried to look for the light in him. Searching for the deep love he had for you. And fuck was it exhausting.

You never been the one to beg for things but gods the temptation to plead for some sort of warmth was overwhelming. Pinning the blame for his indifference and nonexistent tenderness wasn’t going to help. Not for one second.

Cravings for affection and touch itched at you, feeling more starved by the days. You weren’t going to be disloyal, of course not. Maybe you were being naive to believe that he would open up about how he is feeling.

But the thought of him loosing feelings makes you sick. He was your love, your Nico. The anxiety of it all crawls through your body. You don’t want to lose him. You need him. But you crave is attention more.

Nico sat at the end of his bed, listening to you rant about capture the flag with a hollow ear. “Uh huh,” He raked his hand through his hair, rubbing at his eyes as he felt boredom nip away at his patience.

You stop talking, looking over at him as you took in his expression. The look of tiredness has become common. No one knew what to do, especially you. Nico’s eyes trailed to you, observing your emotions. “What?” He said blankly, running a hand along his neck.