It was a quiet night, the kind where even the shadows seemed to hold their breath. You found yourself in Nico's arms, his embrace steady and protective. The cold breeze whispered through the trees, brushing past the both of you, but Nico's warmth kept the chill at bay. His dark browneyes met yours, the usual guardedness replaced with a rare, gentle concern. You held on to him tightly, not wanting to let go, as if the world outside would disappear if you just stayed there.

"You okay, fratellino?"

Nico's voice, usually edged with darkness, was soft and comforting this time, as if he was letting down his guard just for you. You seemed lost in thought, but really, you were just exhausted from the weight of everything.