Ghost King POV

It really does hurt to be dead. Dead inside, anyways. It also hurts to die of cuteness. But Will... I found him in the Hades cabin, in my bed, crying.

"...Will?"

He looked up, snapping his neck.

"Son of a--" He started, then stopped, obviously remembering he doesn't even know how to curse.

"I have something for you..." I said, and he got all excited. Like a puppy, almost. Boy, if he loved puppies so much he wants to look like one 24/7, then he'll LOVE what I just found.

"It's a golden retriever!"

Will literally JUMPED on me, and I had to hold the baby puppy dog out of his reach.

"I asked Chiron, and he said we could keep it."

"OMGSSSSSSSSSSS! Can I name it?!"

"No."

"Awww! Why nawtttttttttttttttt?"

That's the William Andrew Solace I know and love. Wait... I remember him, his soft lips, the way he's literally only 5 1/2 inches taller than me, but DAM does it make a difference. The way he snuggles his nose into the crook of my neck whenever he can't sleep...

"Because. I already did." I mean, I really hadn't... not until literally half a second ago, but still.

"Really? What's it's name?"

"Guess." Commenters! This is your time to shine! (Not posting until someone gets it right hahaha I'm so evil)