Room 313, Sunday Afternoon

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After calling Bruce and filling him in on how things were going - some things, at least, and Bruce might have known he was leaving stuff out, but Jason was convinced that it would be worse to tell Bruce everything - Jason went downstairs to check up on Nico. He knew that the demigods had things to make themselves feel better when they got hurt, but Nico had been looking really bad after his fight with Percy, and Jason was, quite honestly, worried. It was a weird feeling, and one he wasn't going to share with anyone else. Maybe not even Nico.

When he got to the door, Jason knocked, and listened for the sounds of anyone being in the room.

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Four days later, Nico had pretty well repressed how his battle with Percy had ended, ignoring the splash of color along his temple that was dissipating well with ointment. Now he was suffering through Luke's new training regimen that seemed to entail working Nico till he spit blood.

Which meant when he was done with practice for the day, he appreciated vegging out with games he could win.

Hearing the knock, Nico groaned and paused his game to go open the door, fully prepared to tell Percy to fuck off just because he could. But oh, that was so not Percy. "Oh, hey."