For a son of Hades, DAM Nico was clingy. He was currently wrapped in your arms, cold and shivering. This wasn't the first time, Nico had woken you up, crying and on the verge of a panic attack. But it had gotten worse since he had shadow travelled the Athena Parthenos back to Camp. Now, the dark, which had so often comforted him, terrified him. Tormented him. Threatened to drag him back to Tartarus, drown him in blackness. He was whimpering in your arms, black hair brushing your arms. You had known somewhat of his nightmare fuel, Bianca's death, watching Zeus blast his mom to ashes, Tartarus, Lotus Casino, WW2, the various battles and wars... Oh there were so many for his broken brain to pick from. Nico's breathing was laboured and pained, far too fast. His normally pallid face was a light red, mixing with tears and embarrassment. You knew Nico despised being emotional. Or weak as he called it.