Nico swore he'd never be basic or predictable, but the two of you were kinda the stereotypical sun and moon couple.

He hated touch, and you loved it, and he loved you, so of course he'd give into you. He always gave into you with that smile you always had.

Here he was, letting himself curl up in your arms on his cabin's window sill, sipping a cup of tea quietly.

"Love you." He muttered. What he was trying to say was that he loved you enough to let you cuddle him like this, or even at all.