fifthofthecovenant | The Last Voyages: IC Contact

It does kind of work, though it's maybe less pity he gets, and more understanding, of a sort.

"That sucks," is the simple reply. Nico knows what it's like to have your mother killed, to have someone want to kill you, but - it wasn't his father. It was his father's brother, and that means it's certainly not as bad as what happened to Chase. "I'm sorry."

He says it in a way that manages - hopefully - not to be empty or condescending. It's just simple. He is sorry. Everyone dies, but it's hard to lose your family, all the same.

"Is he still alive?"

"Nope," Chase says blandly, and has a sip of his tea, hoping Nico doesn't ask for details. He's been very good about keeping the reasons he's here under wraps. Nico hasn't earned the trust it'd take for real honesty. He might be closer than anyone else except maybe Sweeney, but that's not saying much.

"And it's not like I remember my mom," he adds. "There's nothing to really be sorry about. My adoptive parents were fine."

Nico does not ask for details, so that's something, at least.

"I guess not." He remembers his mom, some. But he was older. At two... no, he supposes Chase wouldn't remember very much.

He glances around, assuming this must be Chase's room in their house, then. With his adoptive family. It seems like a pretty nice house, at least.

But Chase said were, and it could mean something, or it could mean nothing. "Were, like they were fine while you were growing up, or are they gone, too?" He doesn't sound accusing. Just curious.

... Well, shit. Chase isn't really feeling well enough to put up a good act, so the question makes him flinch a little. "Gone, too," he confirms.

And now Nico officially knows something not a single other person on the Barge knows. Something important. He hates that a little.

Nico just nods; for what it's worth, he doesn't ask what happened this time, either.

Although it may or may not be better that what he does ask is, "Was this their house?" as he motions around to the room.

Mostly he just wonders if it's weird, living in a house after your parents are gone. He kind of has no frame of reference at all.

"Yeah, this is my bedroom." He supposes he could've moved into the master, but why would he? That was his parents' room. "The only other option, I guess, would've been my dorm room at school, but this is better."

Even if it's sometimes sad, it's a reminder of why he's here. If there was ever a threat of forgetting, anyway.

"Yeah, definitely." It certainly is nicer than Nico's own dorm room experience. He figures that if you had a choice - and, well, even if you didn't - this seems better.

And Chase doesn't seem to mind, so that's good. Nico's heard you can make requests for new cabins, but that doesn't seem to be in order, here.

He considers asking more, but he doesn't want this to sound like an interrogation, and Chase probably still feels terrible.

So, "Okay. I'll leave you to get some rest, but you can come next door or call or whatever if you need something before I come back."

That sounds awesome. Chase is entirely uninterested in talking any more about it. So he nods, contriving to look tired and queasy. Which is not that hard, because he is tired and queasy. "Thanks. This is, uh. Nice of you."

Unfamiliar, that.

"No problem," Nico assures him quietly, because it really isn't. But also, he's not actually used to being thanked or being called nice by people that are not his boyfriend, whom he understands to be exceedingly biased.

But still, there's something about it that's nice to hear.

He doesn't linger, though, and ducks out after that, leaving Chase to rest until later, when he'll stop by to leave him some dinner.

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