Seven years after The Sun and The Star.

(Nico is 20, Will is 22!)

Will yawned, reaching out for his cellular device, as Nico called it. Well, to be fair, he was stuck in Lotus Casino for... How long? Maybe, like, ACK—

Nico grunted, kicking Will in the leg.

“What's wrong, Sunshine?” Will gave a soft smile, though pained by the kick. His head tilted, one eye able to see the black-haired boy.

Nico grunted again. “More cuddles,” Nico demanded.

With a sigh, Will nodded. Then turned to face Nico, “You may have more cuddles.” Will stated, then humming.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please, don't take my sunshine away. My sunshine..” Will sang softly, voice kept low.

Will hummed to a stop, ceasing, then caressed Nico’s head. Ever so gentle, fingers brushing through his hair.