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@dutifulprettyboy ‘➳♥’ and I’ll generate a number 1-34 for where my muse will kiss yours: 13: palm

Magnus shouldn't bother him. Not when he's finally asleep, his head awkward on the arm of Magnus's couch, one hand falling off the side, his long legs bent so that his feet were tucked into the corner of the couch.

He should leave him be, but the bed would be more comfortable and he'll have a crick in his neck if he sleeps that way. So he sits beside the couch and takes that one hand into his own.

"Alexander," he murmured.

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He hadn’t been lying when he told Alec he was exhausted. He was. And not soon after Alec returned to the Institute to see about going after Jace. It was something Magnus could not get involved in, not now, not yet, and maybe not ever outside of personally and quietly helping Alec. Because right now there was a dangerous balance between his growing feelings for Alec and his position as a downworlder and the High Warlock of Brooklyn, especially since Aldertree had declared him a traitor. Jace, at the moment, was shadowhunter business, especially with the Institute banning downworlders.

He’d indulged in a hot bath, more than one drink, and then fallen into his soft bed. He woke to his wards buzzing familiarly, and the doors opened to Alec’s touch. Magnus sat up in his bed- hair mussed, brow furrowed in sleepy confusion and worry, not thinking about exactly how undone he currently looked- as the door opened and Alec stood in the doorway as if he didn’t know what to do with himself. It must not have gone well, he realized. Alec would not be here if he’d managed to get Jace back. 

“It’s okay,” he said, and patted the bed. “Just rest.”

And watched as Alec rubbed the back of his neck and finally came to lay down. His coat and boots still on. Magnus didn’t care. He turned over, facing Alec, but didn’t touch him.

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Magnus looked up from the contract he'd been going over as Alec came into the loft. His smile was more understanding than anything else and he patted the couch beside him.

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To be fair, Magnus was just still surprised that Alec had wanted him to come with him to his family’s Thanksgiving at all. Obviously Magnus had no family of his own, though he certainly had friends who’s holidays he could have crashed. And had crashed in the past. And he’d hesitated, really, to accept the invitation. 

He made a face at Alec, looking away from where he’d been looking out at the road as they drove. 

Magnus just has a weakness for my boys. <3

Send ‘💋‍’ to kiss my muse on the neck.