“Will?”
He turned around to see Will’s face twisted in rage. “I’m sick of you tormenting my boyfriend through his dreams!” he cried. “Leave. Him. Alone!”
“I know,” said Will. “Maybe it’s finally my turn to take care of you.”
“Back to our old roles, eh?” Nico smiled. “My little Night Light.”
Will groaned. “We‘re not starting that now.”
“My little Care Bear.”
“Please stop.”
Nico gave Will a tight hug. “My little sun-therapy globe.”
He clung to that idea: He could help Nico. He could contribute to this quest. He was more than just a powerless child of sunlight in a death pit of eternal gloom.