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“Grr-Fred—?" I started to ask.
"It's Grr-Fred," he corrected.
"GRR-Fred?"
"Grr-Fred."
"gRR-Fred?"
"Grr-Fred!”
― Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero

“Will whistled appreciatively. “I bet many Bothans died to bring us this information.”

Rachel stared at him. “What?”

Nico sighed. “I’m guessing that was a Star Wars reference. My boyfriend is a Star Wars geek of the worst kind.”

“Okay, Signor Myth-o-magic. If you would just watch the original trilogy…” Will looked at the rest of us for support and found nothing but blank expressions. “Nobody? Oh, my gods. You people are hopeless.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero

“His boyfriend, Nico di Angelo,”
― Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero

“Will took a deep breath. When he exhaled . . .
I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. We'd been in near-total darkness so long, I wasn't sure why Will's outline suddenly seemed clearer. I could see the texture of his jeans, the individual tufts of his hair, the blue of his eyes. His skin was glowing with a soft, warm golden light as if he'd ingested sunshine.
'Whoa,' Meg said.
Rachel's eyebrows floated towards her hairline.
Nico smirked. 'Friends, meet my glow-in-the-dark boyfriend.'
'Could you not make a big deal about it?' Will asked.
I was speechless. How could anyone not make a big deal about this? As far as demigod powers went, glowing in the dark was perhaps not as showy as skeleton-summoning or tomato-vine mastery, but it was still impressive. And, like WIll's skill at healing, it was gentle, useful and exactly what we needed in a pinch.
'I'm so proud,' I said.
Will's face turned the colour of sunlight shining through a glass of cranberry juice. 'Dad, I'm just glowing. I'm not graduating at the top of my class.'
'I'll be proud when you do that, too,' I assured him.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero