Nico -

As soon as Iris left, Nico let out a deep breath in frustration.

"I just called her beautiful." He said to himself, looking down at his feet.

"Holy Hera she hasn't been called beautiful in her life!" He then exclaimed, his face hitting the pillow on his bed.

"I'm not sure if this is good, or if I just messed up big time." The son of Hades told the pillow, nose buried deep into its 'body.'

He groaned, his hands falling to his sides.

"What if she has never thought of herself in that way either?! I don't want her to have such low self-esteem!" Nico said, again, to the pillow, whole his face buried in it.

He lifted his face off of it, having his breathing making the pillow too hot for his taste.

He looked at the inanimate object, as if expecting it to reply.

"Why am I even talking to you?" Nico asked himself.

"You're a pillow." He stated, realizing how crazy he must have looked.

Talking.

To.

A.

Pillow.

He let out another huff of frustration, and let himself lay on his bed.

His face looked up at the ceiling, and the gently rocking of the Argo || was almost comforting.

"She's beautiful." Nico decided. "And I may just have to show her she is." He talked aloud to himself, his legs dangling over his beds side.

A small smile graced his lips.

He gave a soft, almost not audible chuckle.

"How to do that, now that's the question I'm looking to solve."

He spoke, words in a whispered voice.

A/n:

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