Nico had just had another episode. A flashback from when he was in Tartarus. He was curled up in your arms, balling his eyes out in your shirt and clutching to you as if his life depended on it. You weren't sure how it exactly happened. One moment your passing by the Hades cabin, hearing muffled sobs and cries, the next you're on his bed, cradling his scrawny form to your chest. He sobbed and cried out, sniffling and hyperventilating in your arms. You tried to desperately to calm him down, soothe him. And slowly, but surely, it worked.