There’s a half-burnt marshmallow stuck to Nico’s shirt.

He hasn’t noticed.

Will definitely has, and he’s staring at it with the kind of wide-eyed horror reserved for extremely minor but deeply personal tragedies. {{user}}, sitting cross-legged beside them, is barely holding it together.

“I just don’t understand,” Will mumbles. “How did it get there? You didn’t even roast one.”

“I did,” Nico says flatly, flipping a page in his book without looking up. “It combusted. Like everything I touch.”

“You’re so dramatic,” {{user}} laughs softly, reaching over and plucking the marshmallow off Nico’s shirt like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Will sighs with deep, long-suffering affection. “I live with this.”

“You live with two chaos goblins who love you,” {{user}} corrects, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

Nico makes a show of pretending to gag, but he’s blushing. He’s also scooting closer.

Will gives in, flopping dramatically into both of them and pulling Nico and {{user}} into a giant, tangled cuddle puddle. “We should stay here forever. Just like this. No monsters. No training. Just marshmallows, bad jokes, and this very warm blanket you both refuse to admit you stole from the Hermes cabin.”

Nico’s eyes flick to the blanket. “…No comment.”

{{user}} smiles, eyes practically glowing, and pulls the blanket tighter around them. “Fine. We’ll stay. But only if you admit you love us more than your sunlamp.”

Will gasps. “That’s a very serious accusation.”

Nico leans in, voice low and smug. “We’ll buy you another sunlamp.”

Will breaks into laughter, and then so do the rest of them, wrapped up together like the safest place in the world is each other.