"Alec!" Jace stage-whispered, silhouetted in the doorway of Alec's bedroom.
"What?" groaned Alec, rolling over to face him.
"What if I only think I'm hot?"
"Huh?" Alec was not awake enough for that kind of philosophical debate.
"Maybe people have been lying to me this whole time!" fretted Jace.
Alec eventually formed a half-coherent thought. "Why don't you ask your girlfriend?" he suggested, just wanting to get Jace out of his room.
"Yeah, I'll ask Clary," he said, rushing out of the room.
"Close the…oh, never mind." At least he's gone to speak to…hold on. Clary. He reached for his phone that he completely did not keep by his bed in case Magnus texted. Messages, Clary Fray. "Sorry," he typed.
Clary's phone pinged and she groggily opened the message. It was from Alec. 'Sorry'. Why was he sorry?
She jumped as something knocked on her window. Through a chink in the curtain she saw Jace's face. Ah.
"Clary!" he mouthed, pointing to the window catch.
Sighing, Clary opened it. "Don't wake anybody," she whispered. "What do you want?"
"What if I only think I'm hot?" he asked.
"Trust me, Jace Herondale, you are the hottest guy I have ever seen." She closed the space between them, and Jace took her face in his hands.