Sometime later, Jace found himself sprawled in the grass of Central Park with his head in Clary's lap. She was twirling a piece of his hair absentmindedly and had set aside her sketch pad.

"Jace," she started.

"Hmm," He asked, closing his eyes and enjoying being with Clary and the feel of the sun on his face. She stayed silent for a moment and then huffed. He looked up to see how troubled she looked. "What is it, Clary? What's the matter?" He hated seeing her looking so sad.

"Why where you so pushy at lunch; with Alec I mean. He seemed so miserable and nervous."

Jace chuckled at this and explained. "He was miserable, and I don't like seeing him like that so I took it upon myself to change that. He would have never talked to Melanie. I just am trying to help."

Clary snorted and looked down at him skeptically. "It seemed really…well…harsh." Jace sighed then and sat up, turning to sit cross legged in front of her. He slipped his hand over hers and rubbed his thumb in soothing circles over the rune on her hand. "Alec is my brother, and being parabati, I feel everything he does for the most part. I can feel his unhappiness, and he really misses Magnus. The issue is, Magnus hasn't contacted him in weeks and Alec is getting even more upset. I just thought that maybe I could…speed up the healing process. She was there, and He seemed to think she was pretty, so I jumped on it. It may have been rash and come off as rude, but I did it to help him, Clary. I love my brother."

Clary gasped softly. She knew Jace loved Alec, but this was the first time he had ever outright said it to her. He was worried about Alec, and just was struggling to show it in the right way. Clary found herself tearing up and Jace looked at her confused. "What? What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Clary sniffled, "I'm proud of you for trying to be there for your brother, even if you are practically hopeless at the whole helping thing." Jace laughed then and took Clary in his arms, gently placing a kiss on her lips.

Alec strolled down the familiar Brooklyn street, looking up into the window of Magnus Bane's loft. He knew that it was creepy, but He couldn't help but come by the place once a week to see how the warlock was doing. The lights where on this time, bright party lights and the bass was thumping even on the street. Magnus must have been having another lavish party. Huffing, Alec left then. Obviously Magnus was over it, so why should he feel bad for talking to Melanie today? The answer was that he shouldn't, and he knew that. Abruptly Alec turned on his heels and stalked back towards the subway station. He wasn't going to let Magnus Bane haunt him anymore, or at least he was going to make a conscious effort not to think about the way his heart sunk at the feeling of the bass in his chest. Alec could imagine Magnus shacking up with someone much more colorful that himself, someone with less insecurities and even worse, immortality. The word in his mind caused him to twitch nervously and think of Camille. Her accented voice floated through his head and her words about Magnus made his heart ache. Passing a coffee stand, Alec ordered a cup and drank it quickly as he boarded a train to take him home. Tonight was going to be an exceptionally long night.