“Will?” Nico asked, standing in the doorway. Will looked up from his book and smiled.
“Yes baby?” Nico’s eyebrows were furrowed.
“I…I need…I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Nico,” Will said. Nico walked over in front or Will. He nodded.
“Yes, there is. I’m sad. With…with no reason. I’m just sad. Fix me, Will.” Nico’s voice broke with tears.
“Come here.” Nico laid down, his head on Will’s chest and his arms around Will’s torso. Nico quietly cried while Will comforted him, stroking his hair and whispering sweet nothings.Â
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