"Mami has told me a lot about it, sir—sorry, I mean Marc," Nico said. "I like the idea of sleeping in a tower, and I like the idea of learning magic. And it's a bit like a sleepover with all your mates, isn't it? And I know I'll have to do lessons and homework and obey rules, but that isn't much different to being at home really. I like the idea that everyone knows what they're supposed to do. That will make things easier to understand, won't it?"
"I'm the one who's nervous," Sol said ruefully, slipping an arm around Nico and pulling him in close. He let himself be pulled. "I haven't been apart from him for any real period of time since he was born, and I think he's readier for this than I am."
It didn't really bear thinking about. Sol intended to do her freaking out (and grieving) in private at night after Nico was asleep. During the day, she put on a brave face for him, because she knew full well she was being ridiculous about the whole thing. He was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Hadn't she herself made sure of that?
"It's less a romantic comedy, and more a comedic romance," she tried to explain. "I realize that the distinction sounds more like semantics than anything else, but I feel like a romantic comedy is funny things happening and romance tying it all together? A comedic romance, my book, is a romance told in a funny way."