Alec raised an eyebrow at him. “Magnus.”
Magnus let out a ragged breath at that, relaxing further on the bed. “I’m tired.”
“Of?” Alec asked, because it helped Magnus when someone would direct questions at him. He wouldn’t know how to express it himself.
“Of never getting over this. Of always having so many skeletons in my closet.”
“And Max having to deal with all of this.”
His boyfriend gave him a small, sad smile. “Max is okay. He’s going to forget all about it by tomorrow. I’m sure he already has.”
“If everyone would just leave me,” Magnus sighed. “If he would leave me alone.”
“He’s not here, baby. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
A small wounded noise leave his mouth, “He already did. He always will.”
---Everyone just needs to leave LRHWY Malec the fuck alone. My mans has had enough