When Will knocked on Nico's door, Nico was definitely drunk. A clingy, out-of it kind of drunk. When he stood to open the door, he lost balance and hit the floor. He sighed and then giggled about it, too.

Will could hear a thunk from the other side of the door, but wasn't sure what happened. "Nico?" he called. "You okay?"

Nico called back with slurred words, "Yeah~ Come innnnn!"

Will opened the door and saw Nico sprawled out on the floor, a bottle of moscato spilling out of his hand, and other empty or half-full bottles littered across the floor. The smell of the cabin was pungent, and Will could barely stand the site of how uncleaned the cabin has been left, clothes strung out everywhere and dust or cob-webs in corners.

He sighed and grabbed Nico by the underarms, hoisting him up and bringing him to his bed. When Will laid him down and sat next to him, he sighed at the creaks, wondering if the mattress was broken.

So much for talking, Will thought.

Will desperately wanted to stay and take care of Nico, but he knew when Nico woke up, drowsy and hung over, he would hate Will even more. So he left for the night, in hopes of trying in the morning.