Damn. Guess I’ll have to find some other use for all this whipped cream and this live wombat.
Nico went quiet, weighing his options. He decided to play dumb. "Talk about what?" He asked. Will frowned. "You're shaking," he said. Nico shrugged his trembling shoulders. "I'm cold," he mumbled. Will shook his head. "It's more than that and you know it." The way Will said it was too gentle for Nico to be upset. Nico chewed his lip. He didn't want to admit how badly Tartarus effected him, but with each second, his sanity seemed to slip more as he remembered the horrors that place held. "Nico?"