Magnus held Alec as tightly as he could, providing strength enough for both of them to remain standing. It filled him with anguish to hear the despair in Alec's voice, to hear him blame himself for something that Magnus was confident couldn't be his fault. Alec was so good at caring for others, his compassion making it second nature to take on responsibilities that he had no reason to bear alone. Magnus wished he knew what had happened so he could reassure Alec, but as he was in the dark the words would be meaningless. There was also the fact that, given the disparity in their timelines, there was no way to know whether or not Max wouldn't fall to the same fate in Magnus' world as he had in Alec's. He swore to himself not to even mention such a thing, though, only to try and prevent it if possible. "My poor boy," he said softly, kissing at Alec's temple.

Cursing softly, wishing he could summon something for them to sit on, instead he guided Alec down to his knees so they could slump against the wall. Gathering Alec into his arms, running fingers through his hair and over his neck to sooth him, wishing he knew what to say but at a rare loss for words. Magnus had lost more people than the warlock could count, and so often the condolences from others felt so empty that he wondered if they were worth speaking at all.

His focus so completely centered on Alec, Magnus didn't realize he was shaking as well. All of his limbs felt heavy, like his blood had been replaced with lead that moved through him sluggishly rather than the quick energy he was so used to. He was drained, of magic and strength, but he still looked up at Alec to check that it was really alright, that he trusted this different version of his boyfriend not to take more than Alec could spare. Reaching for his hand, he slotted his fingers between Alec's and raised it to his lips to kiss the knuckles before he began to take what strength he needed. "Thank you," he said, the words a soft gasp as he felt Alec's energy begin to flow through him.