Trigger pretty much this entire chapter, (sorry) also an A/N in the middle about it, please read. Thx. 

Will POV

I wake to find myself still lying on my back on the floor, with half a cheese pizza left. I groan, rolling over and pushing myself up, wings flapping to help me. I stretched, arms over my head, wings splaying. I sighed at the feeling, shaking my shoulders out before looking around for Nico. I frowned, but realized the bathroom connected to my room's light was on. I knocked, and there was a yelp, before silence.
"Nico? Can I come in?"
"Ah, sure. Just a minute." He stuttered, and I smirked, imagining him with the beautiful blush on his face. After a minute, OK, about five seconds, I grew impatient. He was taking too long so I tried the door, and finding it unlocked, I opened it.
"I'm coming in." Was all the warning I gave, before walking in.
Nico froze, swallowing, his shirt clutched in his grasp. He glanced at his arms before quickly averting his gaze, and I looked down. I took in what I was seeing, and made a choked noise, hurt, and sad and angry all at once.
"Nico," I breathed, and he turned his head away, trying to hide his tears. I stepped forwards and he flinched, thinking I was mad at him. But I wasn't. I was mad at myself. How did this not cross my mind? How did I not notice?
Embracing him tightly, I whispered, "It's OK Death boy. I'm-I'm here now. You're OK."
But was he? Was he really OK? Nico rested his head on my chest, breathing less labored.
"How long. . .?" I trailed off, but he understood.
"Since her death. But since I've reconnected with you, I've been clean."
That could be interpreted two ways. The first way is that if he hadn't became my boyfriend, it probably would have continued, or the second, as the statement it was. The time period that he'd been clean was the day he had reconnected with me, and became my friend again. I buried my face in his hair, breathing in the smell of dark chocolate and pomegranates.
"Please Death boy, please don't ever do this! You don't deserve to do this to yourself!" This goes for everyone. Please don't self harm because you think you have nothing left to live for, or for any reason! I know you're like; ugh, another lecture on why not to, blah blah blah, but seriously, please. Just think before you finalize your decision: Who depends on you, and who would you be leaving behind? Do you really want to let them go?
Nico began to sob in my arms, and I held him tighter.
"I'm sorry Will." He cried, but I shook my head.
"It's not something you need to apologize for, it's just something you need help with, and I think you're already doing it subconsciously. You've been clean so far, right?"
He nodded, his breathing becoming less erratic. I kissed the top of his head, and we just stood there, arms around each other, wings wrapped around arms until my stomach rumbled, and Nico laughed quietly, pulling away.

"Common. You need breakfast."

And he led me out the door, yanking his long sleeve shirt over his head, and we marched into the kitchen to be with the rest of my family.