" You,” Gideon realized aloud, glaring at Nico. “You set up a ward against her without telling me, didn’t you?”
“What? That’s crazy,” Nico said blandly.
“Nico, you had no right—”
Immediately, he gave up the (very weak) game. “That’s ridiculous, of course I did—”
“—You can’t just interfere without telling me—”
“—I was going to tell you; in fact, I’m sure I already did! It’s not my fault if you didn’t read the minutes closely—”
“—for the last time, my mother is my problem, not yours—”
That, of course, was met with a growl of frustration from Nico. “Haven’t you figured out by now that I want your problems?” Nico demanded, half shouting it, and thankfully, Gideon’s mouth snapped shut. “Your pain is my problem, you idiot prince. You little motherfucker.” Nico rubbed his temple wearily as Gideon’s lips twisted up, half laughing. “Don’t laugh. Don’t…don’t look at me, stop it. Stop it—”
“What are these pet names, Nicky?”
“Shut up. I’m angry.”
“Why are you angry?”
“Because you seem to think for some stupid reason that you should be handling everything on your own—”
“—when really you should be handling it on your own, is that it?”
Touché. The bastard.
“Gideon, for fuck’s sake, I’m rich and extremely handsome,” Nico growled. “Do you think I have my own problems? No, I do not, so let me have yours. Put me to use, I beg you.”
Gideon rolled his eyes. “You are,” he said, and exhaled. “unbearable. "

― Olivie Blake , The Atlas Six (The Atlas, #1)