Nico has been driven to his edge, and not in the way you'd think. Not in the visible push or an unkind word, but in the absence of something dear. There must not be a flame inside him. He has no warmth. He is cool to the touch, a seemingly unmovable stone. But alas, He's been dead for awhile...

Sometimes you look down and all you can see are frayed laces, but if you lift your head up again you might just find a boy cute enough to have whiskers. Leo's having a tough day. Let's see where is goes. Look for Nico. K because I'm paranoid