Magnus was woken up the next morning by the sun coming through the open curtains. He groaned and clicked his fingers, closing them, and turned his back to the window, shutting his eyes again.
Even that simple movement brought a wave of pain to his head that felt like it was about to break and he groaned once more.

Suddenly realisation hit him and he opened his eyes, blinking surprised at the glass of water and the medicine that he just noticed beside the bed. 'What…? Wait. Why am I on bed?' He thought confused. He could have sworn he hadn't walked to his room. And he certainly hadn't left the water and the painkiller there.

Accepting the fact that he'd be unable to piece together the facts while his head hurt that much, he gulped down the medicine and the water, and went back to sleep.

~o~

When he woke up again, the pain had subsided and he could finally think clearly. Laying on his back and staring at the ceiling, he recounted the events of the previous night.

"I didn't leave home…" He muttered. "I didn't even leave the couch. I was alone. What the Hell happened?" He pulled back the covers noticing just then, his bandaged legs. "What the…?" He muttered. His phone chose that precise moment to ring and memories came back to him.

~o~

He remembered dozing off in the couch when the phone rang last night. 'I stepped on the glass…'

He remembered dismissing the pain as nothing much and answering the phone, but hanging up not waiting for an answer from the other end.

"I must have fallen asleep afterwards…" Magnus murmured, another memory coming back to him. "I dreamt of him…"

Running his hands through his hair frustrated, he got up. "Who was on the phone? And who took care of me? And why?" He muttered walking to the living room to find his phone and get at least one answer out of three by checking the call log.

Noticing the state of the room, he remembered that day Alec had shared his strength with him. The Nephilim had tidied up the mess later so Magnus wouldn't waste more magic. The situation right now looked very similar and coupled with the brief memory of Alec telling him to go back to sleep, it all made sense. "It wasn't a dream? But why would he come here? And why did he leave like that?"

Checking his phone, he found a missed call from Alec from minutes ago, and an answered one from the previous night. Giving up on nurturing probable false hopes he lied back on the couch calling Alec back.

It barely rang once before the young Shadowhunter picked up.

"Magnus?" Alec said, his voice laced with worry. "Are you okay?"

"Alexander." Magnus replied coolly, trying to sound indifferent, despite the fact that his heart was racing. "To what do I owe the honour of your call?" He asked ignoring his question.

"I…" The boy wavered, his voice becoming unsure at once. 'He's angry…' "Uh… I…" He stuttered. "Can I see you? There's something I need to talk about."

Magnus felt his heart clench. 'That can't be good…' "I don't think today is a good day Alexander." He said sounding uninterested, to cover his real emotions that despite the ominous 'I need to talk' screamed 'yes' wanting more than anything to see the boy who stole his heart again.

"Please…" The boy pleaded in a low voice. "Are you too busy?"

Magnus sighed trying to stop the hope creeping back in his heart. "Fine. Where do you want to meet?"

"Can I come over? Are you busy with work? It could take a while."

Another sigh. "Do whatever you want Alexander. I'll be here, I'm not busy."

"Thank you." He said, relief flooding his voice. "I'm leaving here soon."

"Okay." The Warlock said and hung up.

~o~

Magnus covered his face with his hands sighing. "I'm not letting him see me like that." He muttered getting up. "I'm the High Warlock of Brooklyn, I won't be caught fazed by one Shadowhunter boy."

His cat looked at him with a look of pity and contempt, like saying, "You already have been."

"Oh shut up. You don't get to give me that look, you have never been in love. You can't understand."

~o~

Alec frowned staring at his phone again. 'He's angry at me…' He thought sighing, hurt by Magnus' indifferent tone. 'Guess I deserve it… After the way I treated him…'

Deciding to not be negative in advance, Alec got up and got dressed in some clothes Izzy had picked for him the previous day after telling him that she's not letting him exit the Institute to meet Magnus dressed his usual way. He had grumbled and whined but finally gave in.

So here he was now, twenty minutes later, knocking on Magnus' door, dressed in a, too tight for his taste, pair of jeans and a black nightshirt with the top buttons open and the sleeves rolled up. Despite his 'cool' appearance, he was squirming nervously stepping from one foot to another, trying to think of what to say, when Magnus answered the door.

The Warlock appeared before him, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a jacket over a dark red nightshirt. The shirt's buttons were open, revealing his unblemished, toned chest over which some silver and gold long necklaces were hanging, and Alec felt his breath catch and his heart skip a beat before picking up its pace to cover for it.

Magnus' beautiful brown eyes which were staring him down were outlined by some smudged dark glittery shadow, made, if possible, even more beautiful than they usually were. The Shadowhunter kept staring at him, forgetting why he was there and what he was supposed to be doing, until Magnus broke the silence.