That was a question. One he had heard asked again not so long ago, along the banks of the Acheron. Nico and Will had shared their story to the nymph Gorgyra, before plunging into Tartarus. At least this time, the atmosphere was not a raging river of pain. Still it was a loaded question, although it wouldn't have seemed like it at first. A simple question, with a not so simple answer.

"There's actually a couple different answers to that question." Will sat back, preparing to tell the story he had only a little while ago, to a very different person. And this time he wasn't bleeding to death! "I met Nico shortly after he came to camp. We were ten, and he had just cut himself with his own sword after arguing with Chiron. I was still training as a medic," Will stopped, his own voice breaking slightly, "with my brother Michael. Nico was bouncing and shaking so hard I had to try and calm him down enough so I could work."

Will took a breath. "Nico left shortly after though. He was a bit of a flight risk back then. But that's how we met. Originally. Not quite the same as when we really got to know each other. Or when we considered each other friends, and then something more. Someone once told me we've been orbiting each other for a long time." He still liked the way that sounded.