Nico: Reyna, why are the guys texting me pick-up lines? Even, Valdez. Reyna: Oh gods, I told them not to disturb you! Those hungry wolves— Nico: HOLY HADES, REYNA WHERE ARE YOU GOING—??!!
Older Nico! Puberty was good to him and he doesn’t know the effect he’s causing. The constant whispers of “That’s Nico di Angelo. The Son of Hades. Prince of the Underworld. The friggin bloody Ghost King. Heard he survived Tartarus. All. By. HIMSELF!” when he passes by–completely oblivious to everything. He just came back from his long stay at the Underworld so he visited Camp Jupiter only to be flooded by messages, and he’s so confused. He has no idea how kids flirt these days. Bless his old soul. Based on this.
I think one of the most important things I learned growing up is to just shut up, just don’t actually say anything, when I’m not familiar with the issue being debated. Like, it’s okay to not have an opinion when you don’t have enough information. It’s okay to say, “I don’t know much about this topic really, so I’ll have to get back to you after I learn more.” Really, half-baked conclusions based on misinformed assumptions benefit nobody.