#smimfic

“Okay, so,” he starts, taking a breath. “Isabelle?” Magnus and Clary both nod in acknowledgment, Magnus slightly amused, since they were literally just talking about her. “Well, she’s pretty amazing, right? I think I might really like her. Like, a lot. And she kind of asked me out.” Clary’s face lights up with a grin. “Simon,” she says, nudging his arm. “That’s awesome.” “Yeah, it’s great,” Simon says dismissively. “Thing is, um…” He seems to search for the words, eyes scanning the table’s surface as he thinks. “You know, Raphael?” Magnus can’t help the little snort that escapes him, but he gestures at Simon to go on when he looks up. “What about him?” Clary asks. “Well,” Simon says, scratching the back of his neck. “He’s pretty amazing, too, you know. Grumpy as hell, but amazing. We’ve been talking a bit lately, and―” He shrugs helplessly. “I think I might really like him. Like, a lot.” Neither Clary nor Magnus replies, watching him, Clary’s brow slightly furrowed in confusion. “Okay?” Clary eventually says. “So, what’s the problem?” “The problem―” Simon starts, sounding a little agitated, before a waitress comes over to the table, interrupting him by asking if he’d like to order anything. Simon asks for a latte, and the waitress leaves, letting him return to what he was saying. “The problem is that I like them both. Like, equally. In the same kind of way. I mean, I think about Izzy, and I get really happy, and I think about Raphael, and I get really happy, and―” He makes a frustrated gesture, while still managing to look slightly smitten as he mentions the objects of his affections. “I mean, you can like more than one person at a time, right? I mean, romantically, or whatever. That’s a thing?”