He was standing leaning against the door frame; now he stood up straight. "How should I have kissed you? Is there an other way you like it?
Cassandra ClareWhat happened to you?โ Jace looked affronted. โWhat happened to me?โ Alec shook him, not lightly. โYou said you were going for a walk! What kind of walk takes six hours?โ โA long one?โ Jace suggested.
Cassandra ClareSebastian sighed an exaggerated sigh and swung the door shut. Clary stared at Jace. "What the f-" "Language, Fray." Jace's eyes danced. "Relax.
Cassandra ClareStop. I don't do you favors, Alec. I do things for you because - well, why do you think I do them?" Something rose up in Alec's throat, cutting off his response. It was always like this when he was with Magnus. It was as if there were a bubble of pain or regret that lived inside his heart, and when he wanted to say something, anything, that seemed meaningful or true, it rose up and choked off his words. "I need to get back to the ship," he said, finally.
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