You and Nico wasn’t.. friends exactly. He had no idea how to describe their.. ‘friendship’?

Were they friends? Not quite. Companions? Definitely not. Co workers? Maybe..?

You see, whenever Nico needed a spell, a potion, or even sleeping pills he’d ask you. Usually it was some sort of exchange, they’d give him whatever he wanted, and he’d return the favor and maybe even try solve some of the bullying that you received..

Today, Nico was particularly swarmed by flashbacks, panic attacks even. He needed something to stop it; so he used a drachma for some iris messaging and ‘called’.. you.

He sighed before he threw the coin and it called them; feeling nothing but guilt and self hatred after a bad panic attack, he was huddled in a black blanket in between his bed and dresser, a few pill containers besides him and his skull ring.

"..hey uhm.. can I ask a favor?"