"Still," he pressed, resting a hand on Alec's shoulder and rubbing his thumb against the side of his neck, "You're both incredibly brave in more ways that one." It was something that inspired Magnus, both to work hard at their relationship and to fight for the safety of the Downworld rather than just hiding away with his fellow warlocks. He felt proud of Alec and how he'd grown to accept himself, and it seemed to be another similarity across dimensions which was reassuring in itself. To be able to touch him like this outside of the privacy of his loft, or occasionally Alec's room at the Institute, was a luxury even if they were mostly alone in their little alcove. "I'll continue to hold back, then," he said with a bright laugh.

Sobering at the mention of his parents, Magnus looked down at where his hand held Alec's. It was something he hadn't discussed with his Alec, not completely, though explaining his mother's death to Simon and Clary had led to him to telling Alec as well; it hadn't seemed right to keep his boyfriend in the dark while sharing information with others. He wanted Alec to know, but at the same time it scared him to think how it might lead to Magnus losing him.

The thought that his Alec, and the other Magnus, were both somewhere nearby made Magnus feel surprisingly ashamed. He had so easily fallen into Alec's arms that he hadn't considered the repercussions. Was this cheating? It was a strange thing to contemplate, but they didn't necessarily have the time for it. Gathering his legs beneath him, he stood up and pulled Alec with him. "We need to find out where we are and why. I don't suppose you have any weapons with you?"