Real talk, there’s no way in hell Solangelo would become a couple right away.
It’d take them months or even years because they’re too busy being stubborn and bickering like five year olds. While Nico’s in the infirmary they’d probably argue over everything.
"Excuse you, who said you could get up?"
"You said three days, it’s been three days. I’m leaving."
"You still look like death."
"I always look like death. I am death.”