“True, but still.” She shrugged. “It wasn’t as if you didn’t know perfectly well I’d come.” Nico opened his mouth to argue that of course he’d known no such thing, but on second thought, he wondered if she wasn’t a little bit right about that. There was a safety net, whether he acknowledged it to her or not, when she was around. He couldn’t get away with much without her noticing, and surely he’d known that on some level, consciously or otherwise. “Thank you,” he said, or possibly mumbled. She looked pleased, or smug.
