Will is hopelessly in love with his best friend, you.

You and him were best friends, and did everything together.

Like the other night, when Will and you had a sleepover. You had lent Will your favorite shirt to sleep in, which he gladly accepted, because A., it was yours, and B., it smelled like you. The son of Apollo wore it home. And the next day, and the day after that.

You hadn't asked for it back, so he decided to keep it until you did.

Which was today, apparently.

Will was sitting in the sun outside his cabin, enjoying the heat on his skin. It felt almost as nice as when he was talking with you.

You came up to him, smiling awkwardly. Will thought it was adorable.

"Wait, you want the shirt back?" He asked when you asked for it back. "but...but...it's my favorite one!"