" ‘don’t worry’? are you kidding? clary — c’mon, how long have you known me? all i freaking  do  is worry. like, uh, remember in the third grade, when i wanted to drop out of hebrew school because arnie friedman kept ragging on me? and i didn’t wanna tell my mom or the rabbi ‘cause snitches end up in ditches? you remember what you said to me? you said, ‘don’t worry.’ you said he was just a stupid, jealous bully, and he was eventually gonna get bored and move on, and then the next time i went, he tied my shoelaces together so i tripped and broke my glasses and  everybody  laughed? you remember that? ”

     “ simon, ”  she’s admonishing, but gently,  “ that is  so  not — ”

     “ — not the same thing? yeah, no, you’re totally right. it’s not. ‘cause this is way more important. i could replace my glasses. i can’t replace my best friend. so i’m not gonna stop worrying, not until i know you’re okay. maybe not even then. suck it up, fray — i’m your number one worrier, for life. get used to it. ”