abraxaslogs | April Log

Right. He could totally do this. He had to do this. It was pretty much too late to take it back now. Will looked fidgety, more than his normal fidgety. He kept trying to make his hands still and then kept moving them, unable to calm himself. Finally he grabbed some bandages and fidgeted with them instead. He tried to take a deep breath and another one, like he'd done so many times when he got anxious.

Was it helping? Nope.

Okay. Just rip the bandaid off.

"You need to know a few things. One. My dad's here. And two. I can cause illness. Like actually manifest it in other people. I can give people like, ebola or yellow fever or the common cold. I just found out before I got here and....I wasn't going to tell you. But. My dad's here."

Somehow all that made perfect sense in Will's head. The connection, the word spillage. He hoped Nadine was able to make the connection, or at least probe the right follow up questions so Will could try and explain it better.

"I also glow." If she hadn't noticed that by now. "Like a nightlight."

"....Okay."

That's a lot to take in, all at once. Nadine needs a moment to catch up. She's not even sure where it would be best to begin.

But it's alright. It may be a lot, but obviously all of it's a big deal for Will. So they'll just take it one piece at a time. The important thing is to stay calm and not make a big deal out of anything. That won't help at all.

"Alright. Deep breaths. Let's just pick one thing to focus on first, okay?"

Best to let him take the lead here.

Will was kind of upset and overwhelmed, as Nadine had gathered. Dismissive he could have handled. Overwhelmed he could have handled. But this? This he couldn't handle. Pick one? They were both important! And they went together. Maybe he just wasn't used to people handling things like this. Chiron would have walked him through the problem, Mr. D would have turned him into a sunflower or just told him he was interrupting his pinochle game. What the Hades was this?

"Pick one thing first? I tell you my dad is here and I can cause an epidemic. How do I pick one?" The next part is said at almost a whisper. "My dad is here." Okay, she probably didn't realize what a big deal that part was for Will, who hadn't seen his dad like, in real life, pretty much ever, barring the weird 6 months where Will was oddly older than him. Or in dream visions. Or those odd off field trips they took to Olympus. Or how scary it was that he could accidentally give New York Ebola. What if he lost control or Nico was being extra cute one day and bam, Ebola.

Prioritize. Triage. He could do that....

"Right. Pick one.....my dad is here."

"Okay."

One topic is a little easier to focus on. Nadine nods, recalling what little she knows of Will's relationship with his father. From what she'd gathered, it wasn't the closest of relationships.

"How are you feeling about that?"

While she's relatively certain the immediate answer to that is 'I don't know', trying to articulate might help him process some.

Will's ADHD made it a lot harder for him to focus on just one topic. Or, you know, focus at all. It was easier when everything was happening at once. Like during an emergency. It was one reason he excelled at treating trauma.

As for Will's answer, Nadine was right. "I don't know. I guess we were closer than a lot of other demigods and their godly parent but....it's still weird? I guess I'm excited? Scared? Waiting to be let down again?"

"That's all okay." Nadine nods along as Will speaks, understanding where he's coming from. Everything he feels is perfectly normal.

"I sort of picked up that you and your dad don't have the closest or most traditional relationship. It's okay to feel weird about him being here, and to not be sure what you want. It's okay to be apprehensive."

And it's important that he realizes that. There's nothing wrong at all with conflicted feelings, or being afraid of further disappointment.

"I know, and I guess I know that this is a good opportunity. To get to know him as him. Without the influence of the other Olympian Gods." Will paused, trying to think how to phrase what he's feeling, to put it into words. He was the son of the god of poetry and was having trouble finding words. It was almost funny.

"I actually had a pretty good talk with him." Will started out slow, feeling the words leave his mouth. "It just brought up a lot of different emotions, you know? I'm glad he's here, I'm glad I finally have someone to talk too about certain things but...I don't always like the answers I'm getting." That was a him problem, he knew. He had trouble accepting the darkness within him. Especially when that darkness could manifest things like swine flu or ebola.

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