A/N: It's been a while!! This is a different POV because it would be better to write this scene this way. It might be third person omniscient, but Idk. I might start writing in third person. We're finally going to get some Solangelo feels, so, get ready. I thought of the idea while listening to "Bones" by Ginny Blackmore. (If you know that song, you know what's coming.) Also, this fanfic is almost at 1000 views!! Thank you guys so much. I never thought it would get this big.

"Remember?" Will asks, slightly worried.

It was him? It was actually him? Nico thinks to himself, almost stumbling.

"Why the Hades did you come in?" Nico asks, raising his voice.

"I saw you leave and I got worried," Will says. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I was fine," Nico says.

"No you weren't! The second I asked you if you were, you said, 'No! Does it look like it?' What was I supposed to do?" Will shouts.

"Leave me alone," Nico mumbles.

"As your doctor-" Will starts.

"You're not my doctor! You're not even a real doctor," Nico shouts, trying to walk away. Will grabs Nico's arm, pulling him kind of close as Nico tries to break free.

"You needed help," Will says, tightening his grip.

"I don't need anything," Nico shouts, blushing at how close he was.

"Didn't you at least want help?" Will asks, feeling Nico's breath on his cheek.

Emotions bubble up inside of Nico, some good, some bad. Ignorance, fear, longing, stubbornness, love, doubt.

"Help is all I want! But I can't accept it," Nico yells, stopping his struggle. "All I want is to feel your hair on the back of my neck as I fall asleep in your arms. I want to feel your lips brush against mine. I want to feel your hands interlocked with mine. Feel your hands run through my hair, your breath on my neck."

Will stands there, blushing as he drops Nico's hands.

Is that really what he wants? Will wonders. How could we want the same things?

"All I wanted was for your arms to wrap around me and make me feel safe," Nico whispers, looking down. "And once I had it, I realized that I need it, but I can't have it."

They stand there in a silence for a few moments. It feels like everything has stopped, the lava from the rock climbing fall froze in place, the swords immobile before impact. The gods themselves were holding their breath, wanting to see how it would play out.

The world resumed the second Will spoke.

"All I want is to make you feel safe," Will spoke confidently, lifting Nico's chin up with his hand.

Nico opened his eyes, greeting Will's blue ones.

"I want to brush your hair out of your eyes so I can see your perfect eyes. I want to listen to you talk to me in Italian, even if you're insulting me. I want to be what makes you smile first thing in the morning, and the last breath you have on your lips before you fall asleep. Keep me close and I'll keep you safe," Will says, hoping he didn't sound stupid.

They stood there, like that, looking at each other, as if they would slip away.

"Nico," Will says, breaking the silence. "I really like you, but I don't know how you feel."

"Are you serious?" Nico asks with a small laugh. "I just told you that I want you, what else do you need?"

Will grins, pulling the smaller boy closer. "You."

"You make me sick," Nico says with a grin.

"It's funny because I'm also your doctor," Will says, glancing at Nico's lips.

"You're not a real doctor," Nico whispers, looking at Will's lips.

They stood there in silence, again. But this time, the emotions were even more palpable, more intense.

"May I?" Will asks, never taking his eyes off of Nico's lips.

"Please," Nico says, standing on his tip toes and bringing Will closer.

As their lips collided, Nico could feel the walls he built up crumble, finally feeling the sun on his skin.