(Will openly gapes at Nico just then. It's a lot more than anyone has ever offered him before and yeah sorry, Nico buuut.
You're getting a hug. Will's not the most graceful person about it either. He just leans forward and grabs Nico into a tight, brief hug, his guitar temporarily squished uncomfortably between them. Just as quickly as he had begun, he lets go and leans back, his hands on Nico's shoulders and his eyes wide open.)
You're literally the best, dude. Holy...
(He gives Nico a nice firm shake after that because shut up he totally knows what that laugh means.)
Don't even give me that, di Angelo. My mom would love you.
(Will lets go of Nico then and withdraws, removing his guitar from his shoulders and pushing himself to his feet. He holds his hands out to Nico.)
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You're getting a hug. Will's not the most graceful person about it either. He just leans forward and grabs Nico into a tight, brief hug, his guitar temporarily squished uncomfortably between them. Just as quickly as he had begun, he lets go and leans back, his hands on Nico's shoulders and his eyes wide open.)
You're literally the best, dude. Holy...
(He gives Nico a nice firm shake after that because shut up he totally knows what that laugh means.)
Don't even give me that, di Angelo. My mom would love you.
(Will lets go of Nico then and withdraws, removing his guitar from his shoulders and pushing himself to his feet. He holds his hands out to Nico.)
All right, Death Boy, on your feet.