Nico was a fragile boy, he hated being called that and he most of all hated that it was true. He was sensitive, he was soft.

he hated showing his emotions, he hated how it made him seem weak because he’s the dark moody kid. They’re not supposed to be emotional, right? They’re supposed to be tough.

That’s why he’s so cruel, he hides the truth from everyone including himself because he hates the true him.

until you came along. You helped him, you helped him realize that—he isn’t so bad, he’s good.

“and I just..it’s like—“

It was pathetic, how easily he pushed himself against you if you offered. How much he enjoyed having your arms around him like he’s a baby.

But he didn’t enjoy how he couldn’t even explain how he felt, how somehow in the delusion of him being okay there’s all those words bundled up that it just comes out In a mumble.

you make that better tho, you always do.