[ or what? he wonders. he has a vague idea but he's not confident enough to voice it. his room's changed since the last time Nico's been inside of it. books are moved ( or returned to the library ), research papers have been boxed up in the corner. Daedalus' laptop is still on the desk but he hasn't opened it once. he's propped up on the pillows ( as much as he can be without committing to sitting up ), phone in hand, when Nico shadows into the room.
he raises an eyebrow, then reaches for the same corner of his comforter that Nico is touching. he throws it back, leaving the choice to sit or not open. ]
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he raises an eyebrow, then reaches for the same corner of his comforter that Nico is touching. he throws it back, leaving the choice to sit or not open. ]
Why not use it to put yourself to sleep?