Alec hadn’t wanted to go, but duty called. As much as he fought it off, tried to push his duties off on Jace and Izzy, the Head of the Institute was needed. Magnus told him to go, that he would be okay despite all of the turmoil he was facing.Now, hours later, Alec’s acceleration rune burned bright as he sprinted through the streets of New York, nervous and anxious because Magnus hadn’t responded to any of his texts. While Magnus’s phone wasn’t generally an extension of his hand, it had been a few hours and generally, he would have received at least an emoji by now. But nothing. Absolute radio silence. Had something happened? Was he mad at him for leaving? He was the one to tell him to go, even as Alec crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly, heels digging in. Magnus couldn’t be angry when he encouraged him to leave. But so much had been happening lately, he could hardly blame him.Alec reached the loft and only slowed once he reached the floor, grateful for the gracefulness gifted to him by the angels. (He probably would have tripped and tumbled down the stairs otherwise.) He felt the wards let him in, signaling that Magnus wasn’t angry. But in those few seconds, his mind thought up a million of possibilities, a million of disasters. Alec knew Magnus defended himself years before he even existed, he was the High Warlock of Brooklyn for heaven’s sake. He could defend himself, but it didn’t stop Alec from worrying. Immortal didn’t mean invincible. He cracked the door open, alert to any sounds. Pushing the door open fully, his shoulders deflated as he spotted Magnus sitting on the couch, an empty bottle from some type of liquor tipped over on its side on the floor.“Magnus?” Alec asked, striding into the living room after depositing his weapons by the door. “Mmmm, Alexander!” He slurred, attempting to stand up once, twice, three times before finally managing to get up on his feet. “Are you drunk?”“Me? Drunk? Pssh! Never!” Magnus walked over to him, swaying a bit. He splayed his hands on Alec’s chest, grinning. “I’ve been texting you for hours.”“Have you? Must have left my phone in my study.” He walked back over to the couch and with a flick of his wrist, he procured a bottle of beer for Alec. “You know I hate drinking alone.”Alec frowned as he muttered under his breath, “Didn’t really stop you today, did it?”“What was that, my darling?”Alec set the bottle of beer down and sat down on the couch beside him, taking his hands in his. “Magnus, what happened?”“Hmm? Oh, you know, the usual. Make a mistake, make a wrong judgment call, and face the entire group of people who you’ve done everything for, protected time and time again, turn on you in an instance. Every day things, really.” Magnus snapped his fingers and magicked a martini before downing it in a gulp.Alec frowned, “The other New York warlocks have turned against you? How?”“They believe I should step down. They believe I’m not the best choice for High Warlock anymore.” He looked down, the goofy smile finally sliding off of his face, a soberness settling into his features. His eyes closed as he threw the martini glass across the loft, startling Alec at the suddenness. “Is there a way to fight it?”“Yes. No. I don’t know.” He leaned forward, burying his face into his hands. Alec reached over, rubbing a hand up and down his back. “What can I do to help?”Magnus sighed, turning his head to the side. “For now, help me forget everything. I just… I’ll deal with the politics tomorrow, in the morning. For now, I just want to forget…” The desperation in his face, his words, Alec couldn’t turn him down. Couldn’t say no. He nodded, getting to his feet and offering a hand to Magnus. Alec could give him the night, a night of whatever he needed to lose himself. It was the least he could do.
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