After going through Tartarus to find the Doors of Death and getting ambushed by two titans and sitting in a massive clay jar for almost an entire week as bait, Nico was questioning his life choices.

He was laying in his room on the Argo II as they sailed through the skies, weaker and paler than ever. He hated this. Being weak. Feeling useless.

Only you and Hazel helped.

You were there for him when Hazel couldn't be. Which, to be fair, was kind of often. Hazel was dealing with a lot, too. Her new relationship, the quest, Hecate wanting her to be her priestess or something.

It all sort of piled up, and it just so happened that you were the one with enough free time to help the little Ghost King himself.