It was a small comfort at least to know that they both cared for the other; Magnus wasn't sure he'd be able to handle an Alec with no romantic interest in him, given the step they had just taken together in his world. But luckily they didn't have to worry about that hurdle right now, instead focusing on the differences in their dimensions and histories rather than their relationship.
Though Magnus hadn't performed extensive magic on his Alec, he could sense a difference as well. When they had first shared strength to keep Luke alive, Magnus had felt the Shadowhunter's energy flowing through him and mingling with his own magic. It had been intoxicating, and perhaps one of the many reasons he'd been so intrigued by Alec to begin with. Though he was concentrating on keeping away from Alec's energy now, he couldn't help the way his magic lapped at the edges and picked up nuances in its feeling.
The noise Alec made and the grief that suddenly washed over him nearly broke the connection in how it startled Magnus. There had been difficulties in their relationship, and he couldn't keep his sorrow from the memories of the night of Max's party, but he hadn't expected such a reaction from Alec. He managed to hold on to the end, thankful for the strong arms helping him stay upright as he panted for breath. He hadn't been so drained by a spell in a long time, especially one which was normally so simple.
Parting his lips to ask, he stopped when Alec buried his face against his shoulder and spoke first. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, the two of them holding each other up as both threatened to fall. Running his fingers through Alec's hair, he made a soft sound to try and sooth him. At first he'd thought that Alec might have picked up on Magnus' grief from seeing him on the edge of the roof that night, but instead the trigger had been someone else. "Oh Alexander," he said softly, kissing his temple. "I'm so sorry."
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Though Magnus hadn't performed extensive magic on his Alec, he could sense a difference as well. When they had first shared strength to keep Luke alive, Magnus had felt the Shadowhunter's energy flowing through him and mingling with his own magic. It had been intoxicating, and perhaps one of the many reasons he'd been so intrigued by Alec to begin with. Though he was concentrating on keeping away from Alec's energy now, he couldn't help the way his magic lapped at the edges and picked up nuances in its feeling.
The noise Alec made and the grief that suddenly washed over him nearly broke the connection in how it startled Magnus. There had been difficulties in their relationship, and he couldn't keep his sorrow from the memories of the night of Max's party, but he hadn't expected such a reaction from Alec. He managed to hold on to the end, thankful for the strong arms helping him stay upright as he panted for breath. He hadn't been so drained by a spell in a long time, especially one which was normally so simple.
Parting his lips to ask, he stopped when Alec buried his face against his shoulder and spoke first. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, the two of them holding each other up as both threatened to fall. Running his fingers through Alec's hair, he made a soft sound to try and sooth him. At first he'd thought that Alec might have picked up on Magnus' grief from seeing him on the edge of the roof that night, but instead the trigger had been someone else. "Oh Alexander," he said softly, kissing his temple. "I'm so sorry."