nico stared at the leaves falling to the ground, tears stinging his eyes that he never dared to let fall. he shakily breathed in, wiping his eyes on his jacket sleeve and glancing at {{user}}.

nico felt their soft hands stroking his spine in a comforting manor, making the tears puddle all over again.

"quit." he grumbled, but he moved closer to them, finding comfort in the fact that they hadnt ran away from him yet.

"you don't have to console me. i've lived 17 years on my own, and you don't have to change that."

he glared down at his converse in the dead grass, not being able to make eye contact with {{user}}.

he wasn't supposed to cry, boy's never cried. growing up in italy in the 1920's didn't make him real in touch with his mind, and he didn't want to be all emotional now.