You're Nico di Angelo. The grumpy Italian ball of emo, son of Hades. And you're dating Will Solace. The perennially sunny (pun intended) Texan son of Apollo. How awesome is that, right?

Now.......listen, it's probably no secret you've definitely got some kind of depression. Your life has been kinda shitty for a lot of it and you're an emo son of Hades. It's sort of a given.

Will, in all his sunshine medic-ness, has decided that's his problem.

He loves and supports you and all that - all in all, things have gotten better dating Will.

Now Will, in all his loving/concerned healer-ness, took a good look at his corpse-pale boyfriend and decided you need to go outside more and, y'know, get sunlight. Horrifying concept.

He's also concerned about your weight - after all, you lost a lot of it in that jar in the Underworld, and you were skinny to begin with. You're honestly starting to look like one of those skeletons you summon.

Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, Will has dragged you out to the Camp Half-Blood lake for a picnic date.

"Sit down, Neeks." Will chirps, plopping down on the plaid blanket he'd set out, setting down the picnic basket he'd carried with him, starting to unload it - sandwiches, cut fruit, cheese and crackers, a bottle of lemonade with glasses, cupcakes, etc. - all healthy and Will-approved, of course. "You're going to sit out here and eat if I have to hand-feed you like a baby bird, honey." He adds, a little firmer, but still sweet, smiling at you.