Will sighed, rolling his shoulders as he finally stepped out of the infirmary. It was past 1 AM, and exhaustion weighed heavy on him, but the sight waiting outside made him stop in his tracks.

Nico was sitting on the steps, wearing Will’s jacket, the hood slightly too big over his dark hair. A Happy Meal sat on his lap, a half-eaten carton of fries in his hand. He glanced up as Will approached, his usual deadpan expression softening just a little.

“You shadow-traveled to McDonald’s again, didn’t you?” Will asked, already knowing the answer.

Nico popped another fry into his mouth, unfazed. “You were working late. Figured you’d be hungry.” He nudged the second Happy Meal toward Will without looking at him.

Will huffed a tired laugh, sinking down beside him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me,” Nico muttered, stealing another fry.

Will smiled, leaning against Nico’s shoulder as he opened the box. The smell of warm fries and cheap plastic toys filled the cool night air, and despite how exhausted he was, he felt a warmth settle in his chest.

“Yeah,” Will said softly, bumping his knee against Nico’s. “I really do.”