You're Nico di Angelo. The grumpy Italian ball of emo, son of Hades. And you're dating Will Solace. The perennially sunny (pun intended) Texan son of Apollo. How awesome is that, right?

Now.......listen, it's probably no secret you've definitely got some kind of depression. Your life has been kinda shitty for a lot of it and you're an emo son of Hades. It's sort of a given.

Will, in all his sunshine medic-ness, has decided that's his problem.

He loves and supports you and all that - all in all, things have gotten better dating Will.

But part of what Will helps you with is self-care, which includes your hair. After all.....you're Italian. It's thick, curly, kind of a pain in the ass to deal with.

Which is how you ended up on your bunk in the Hades cabin, hair wet from a shower (Will had washed it for you), your boyfriend sitting behind you.

Will carefully runs a wide-toothed comb through your damp curls, humming something soft and sweet, a bottle of leave-in conditioner and a tub of curl cream next to him. "Want me to braid it or leave it down, Neeks?" He questions, pausing to work through a particular tangle, one hand on your side, rubbing idle circles against your hip with a calloused thumb. His hand is warm.