Over at Magnus apartment, Magnus had not let but a single tear fall. The Chairman circled his legs, meowing an irritating gesture for food. He complied; he would not want his baby to starve because of his emotions. The chairman meowed gratefully, Magnus unconsciously smiled; he loved Chairman more than anything in the world. No, he loved Alec more, but he wouldn't confess that, not after the last hour. There was nothing to it, Magnus turned his thoughts to one thing only, alcohol. Snapping his fingers, conjuring up several bottles of alcohol, he rested himself on the gold couch and watched the Pretty Little Liars marathon.
However, he was not paying much attention to the show, he was remembering all those happy memories of Alec, Alec holding his hand in public; Alec kissing him in front of the Clave; Alec smiling up to him during the mortal war. All times Magnus felt his heart tug with newfound affection; this boy would be the death of him, though, not anymore. Magnus knew that Alec was new to all this love business, so Magnus thought it would be better off not to push the Shadowhunter. Lightwood's confused him very much. They were proud, Magnus was able to see that much, but this boy was different, he was a conundrum. He was shy, nervous, strong but weak; he was the only Nephilim he had come across, apart from Will Herondale, which had ever treated a Downworlder with such sincerity. It confused Magnus when he thought about the Lightwood generations, Alec was of his own blood line, not exactly fitting in his family's pride, yet he was there.
The rune on Magnus's palm began to flash, he felt his body being dragged down, pain seared through his veins. His hands were patchy and pink; his skin was blazing and stinging. Magnus knew Alec had done something to himself, instead of running over to cure his angel's pain; he sat clenching his teeth, controlling the ebbing hot feeling on his hands. Magnus felt all of Alec's emotions, first his rune was a slight white colour, then after a while it shone an orange colour-anger, blue- sadness and depression and purple-guilt and regret. Oh, for Heaven's sake, this boy hurt Magnus so bad, and here he was, enjoying the overpowering emotions of his lover. One last gulp from the bottle and Magnus relieved himself of the pain, welcoming the darkness.