So, here we are with the next chap. Enjoy!

The three of them travelled underground, with Jace leading the way. It grew darker the deeper they went, and eventually both Alec and Jace stopped to pull out their witchlights.

"What're those?" Jonas asked.

"It's witchlight," Alec said.

Jace added, "We carry it to remind us that light can be found in even the darkest of places. And it's cooler than a flashlight. "

Jonas laughed. "I mean, they're bulkier than a flashlight but yeah, they're pretty cool."

Alec offered his witchlight to Jonas. Jonas gaped at it, then looked up at Alec with big, wide, doe eyes. "Thanks," he said and took it in the center of his right palm.

Pleased that he'd earned such a reaction, he followed after Jonas, ignoring the look Jace shot his way.

"Is that just a regular drinking chalice… or the Mortal Cup?" Jonas asked as he shined the light at a statue.

"The Cup," Alec said.

Jonas' gaze drifted lower to the inscription on the statue. "Is that Latin?" Jonas asked.

"It's the Shadowhunter creed," Jace said.

"'For Shadowhunters, the descent into hell is easy,'" Alec recited.

"Do you guys write for Hallmark?" Jonas questioned.

Alec looked to Jace. Jace turned to Jonas and said, "No."

Jonas shrugged and said, "Your loss."

They continued deeper into the tunnels. Alec could visibly see Jonas grow more and more anxious by the minute. Alec found himself talking before he could stop himself. "What do you do?"

Jonas glanced at him. "Hmm?"

"Are you in college or…?" Alec asked.

"I'm… taking a gap year." Jonas offered a weak smile. "I've been taking some time for myself to relax. School was pretty stressful for me."

Alec nodded. He could respect that. "Do you have any idea what you're going to study?"

"Comp sci," Jonas said after a moment's thought. "For programming."

"Programming?"

"Yeah, like coding for software." Jonas smiled happily, clearly passionate about the idea. Alec kind of wanted to smile with him, the sight was infectious. "How about you? Do Shadowhunters go to college?"

Alec shook his head. "Don't need to, don't want to."

Jonas nodded. "That's understandable."

"We're here," Jace spoke up suddenly.

Jonas frowned and looked past Alec. He walked forward and inspected a rune on the floor. "I've seen this before."

Alec cocked his head as he noticed that Jonas' southern accent was gone.

"It means 'clairvoyance,'" Jace explained.

Suddenly, torches lit up around them, revealing the Silent Brothers that has surrounded them.

Jonas didn't even flinch. Alec was impressed.

"Shadowhunters…" One of the Silent Brothers stepped forward. The Silent Brother gestured to the floor in front of them. "Come into the circle."

Jonas, without looking at either Alec or Jace, stepped into the circle without hesitation.

"Step away, Jace Wayland," the Silent Brother said, then added, "Alec Lightwood."

The two looked at each other, and then did so reluctantly.

"We won't be far," Alec told Jonas.

Jonas didn't even look at them, just nodded in acknowledgment.

The two went and waited in the shadows, and watched with trepidation as the process began. Alec couldn't hear the Silent Brothers anymore, and it didn't look like Jonas was saying anything either. He could only imagine what Jonas was going through.

Alec was surprised to find a bud of anxiety form in the pit of his stomach.

Finally, as the sword was pulled away from him, Jace and Alec raced over.

Jace reached Jonas first. "Do you know where the Cup is?" he asked, hopeful.

"No," Jonas replied, short and simple. He barely looked phased by what he'd just endured.

"Only fragments of his memory were accessible to us," the Silent Brother explained.

Jonas nodded at the Silent Brothers. "Thanks," he said, and then turned and headed for the exit.

"Wait, what?" Jace asked.

Alec ignored his parabatai's confusion and hurried after Jonas. The man was moving fast though, and it took him a while to catch up. "Jonas," Alec called as he neared. "Jonas, hold up."

Jonas didn't respond, but he did slow down… only just the slightest bit.

"What did you see?" Alec asked as he reached the man's side.

"Nothing that helps us find the Cup," Jonas answered.

"That's not what I asked."

"I know, and I've told you. It doesn't matter, so let it go."

Alec wasn't about to give up so easily. "How do I know that it won't help if you don't tell me what it was?"

Jonas stopped and whirled on him, eyes blazing. "Do I ask to know each and every one of your memories? No. So drop it, Alec. I'm not telling you a damn thing."

Alec bristled. He reached out and grabbed Jonas' elbow. "I don't think you understand, Jonas. We went through all of this to get–"

"Hey," Jonas exclaimed and tugged on Alec's grip. The southern accent was back, and he sounded kind of panicked. "What're you doing? Let go of me."

"Jonas–"

Jonas huffed, and Alec loosened his grip so the man could tug free. "What was that about, Alec?"

"What do you mean 'what was that about'— You're not telling me–"

"Guys," Jace called out as he finally caught up. "What's going on here?"

"Alec here was getting a bit too handsy for my liking," Jonas said. He then jerked his thumb towards the exit. "I don't care what you two do, but I can't spend another second in these tunnels."

Neither Jace nor Alec tried to stop the man as he walked away.

"Alec."

Alec turned, finding a furious looking Jace.

"What the hell was that?"

"He refused to tell me what the memory was," Alec said. "I was just–"

"Trying to force it out of him?" Jace sighed. "Don't try that again."

Alec watched his parabatai walk off, feeling kind of shitty. "I wasn't trying to hurt him," he defended as he chased after Jace.

"I'm not the one you need to tell that to," Jace said. "You'll have to talk to Jonas about it."

Alec sighed and let Jace take the lead, needing some time to get his thoughts straight.

After the mess with the mundane getting kidnapped by vampires, the group headed back to the Institute to reassess their situation.

Alec hung back, not knowing what to say to Jonas and deciding it was best to keep out of the way.

"So the vampires want to trade Simon for the Cup, and Valentine wants to trade Jocelyn and Clary for the Cup…" Jonas sighed. "This is a mess."

"We can't let either of them have the Cup," Jace said. He glanced at Jonas pointedly. "Not that we know where it is anyway."

Jonas remained unflappable. "So then, we need a plan." He turned and walked through the rows of equipment, and Jace stopped at a table in the center of the room. Alec leaned against a chair as Jonas spoke. "Where would they have taken Simon?"

"That was Camille's outfit, right?" Jace asked and Alec nodded. "They're locals."

"They're at the Hotel DuMort, down in Gansevoort Street," Izzy said.

"Well that's not so bad. Can't we go bust him out?" Jonas inquired.

"We need a Clave resolution for that," Alec said. He kept a close eye on Jonas, judging the man's response to his sudden contribution. Jonas didn't seem to mind, and Alec felt himself relax the slightest bit.

"The four of us can't declare war on the vamps all by ourselves," Izzy stated.

Alec nodded. "And we can't react without considering our options. Downworlders are slaves to their impulses. We're not."

"Alec," Izzy began. "You can't stomp on all the Downworlders."

"Oh, that's right." Alec leered at Izzy as he made the connection she was implying. "Seelies have their charms, apparently."

"Right?" Jace concurred, smirking devilishly as well.

"And who are the Seelies?" Jonas asked.

"Like faeries," Jace clarified. "The Fair Folk. Add pixies, nixies, elves… anybody half-angel, half-demon. It's pretty much a catch-all term."

"Izzy can tell you all about them," Alec stated. He grinned tauntingly and raised his brow at Izzy. "She's got a thing."

Izzy grinned right back. "We've all got our things, don't we?"

Alec's smile dropped and, inadvertantly, his gaze briefly flickered to Jonas.

If Izzy noticed, she didn't comment on his slip up. Alec counted it as a win.

"So are we going to save Simon or not?" Jonas cut in. "Because all I'm hearing is a lot of no's."

"We'll do it," Jace said. He leaned forward and placed his hands on the table. "They made the first move. We're gonna take care of this ourselves, right now."

Alec began to argue. "This is a bad idea. I–"

"What, have you got a better one?" Jace shot back.

"No," Jonas started. The Irish lilt was back again. "I think we should reconsider. If we let them have Simon, then they may realise that they are not going to get anywhere with him. We should not risk our lives for him when they might just let him go anyway."

Jace shook his head. "I get that you might be scared—"

"I'm not scared," Jonas insisted.

"—But the vamps broke the Accords," Jace continued as though he hadn't been interrupted. "They kidnapped a mundie. That's a big no-no. The Clave will give us a lecture and then they'll be glad we did it. Come on."

"Hard to argue with that," Izzy said.

Jonas looked frustrated, but he kept his mouth shut. Alec wondered what changed his mind, he'd seemed intent on saving Simon before, but now...

"Even if we went ahead," Alec said. "I don't see how we get out of here without having to explain where we're going. We need weapons, and we can't let anyone see us get them."

After a moment's thought, Jace said, "I know where to get what we need."

Jonas drove them to the cemetery, with Jace giving directions every now and then. Alec sat in the back with Izzy, and she'd been staring at him for the last 10 minutes straight without a word.

"What?" Alec whispered, finally.

Her considering expression shifted to one of deviousness. "Don't think I missed the thing that's going on between you and Jonas."

"There's no thing going on between me and Jonas."

Izzy raised a single, arched brow. "Keep telling yourself that, brother."

The van pulled to a stop, thankfully distracting Izzy from her teasing. Jonas cut the engine and everyone clambered out of the vehicle.

"Whose grave is it?" Jace asked.

Izzy sighed, and then read, "Mary Milligan, born January tenth, eighteen-oh-two. Died, January tenth, eighteen-seventy-eight."

Jace nodded. "All right," he said, then turned to Alec. "Alec, let's go."

"Are you seriously telling me that someone stashed weapons here two hundred years ago?" Jonas asked.

"All of the ancient religions recognize demons," Izzy said. "Or at least they used to."

"They forgot about the threat because we've been here to protect them," Alec explained. "Typical mundane failure of imagination."

"Are you saying we did too good a job?" Izzy questioned. "You just can't let up, can you?"

"You know what?" Jace stopped them before they could start. "Alec, why don't you go check out by the angel?"

Alec obliged, glad to get away from that conversation. It wasn't like he enjoyed fighting with his sister, they just seemed to end up in arguments more often than anyone else.

Wonder why, a tiny voice in Alec's head sassed.

Shut up, he thought back pointlessly.

He looked around for a while, but couldn't find the grave.

"Alec!" Someone shouted.

Alec turned to see Jace and Jonas crouched over a gravestone. He walked over to join them.

"Mary Milligan," Alec read. "That's it."

"Beloved servant," Jonas chuckled. "That is nice."

Alec shot him a look. "It is for someone who is in service to a cause greater than themselves."

"At least she is now," Jace agreed. He then brought out his Stele. "Abracadabra."

Jonas grinned. "I appreciate the added touch of authenticity."

"You're welcome," Jace replied in a tone Alec recognised as somewhat cheerful.

Jace traced the rune with his stele, unlocking the lid so they could take it off. Alec pushed from one side and Jace swung the lid around so there was room to open the cache within.

Jace pried it open, and he and Jonas immediately reached in to grab a seraph blade each.

"Don't touch that," Alec warned the man. "You don't know how to use it."

"I believe it to be quite simple," Jonas replied. "The pointy end goes in the thing I want to kill."

Alec opened his mouth to refute the man's assumption, but Jace interrupted. "Alec. I'm gonna show him the right way to use it. Do you see what you need in here?"

Alec relented and checked the cache. "No," he told Jace. "There's no bow here. I need one. I have to rune some arrows. That's back at the Institute. I gotta go."

Alec stepped down from the grave and made to leave. Jace stepped after him.

"Well, how are you gonna get back in the Institute?" Jace asked.

"Go in the back." Alec shrugged. "Won't bother me if I'm alone."

"Okay, good." Jace nodded, satisfied. "Go. I can finish up here."

"I'll see you at dawn," Alec said, reaching out to grasp his parabatai's hand.

"At dawn," Jace agreed. They clasped hands, and then Alec let go to leave.

He passed Jonas as he went.

"You are leaving?" Jonas questioned.

Alec paused, wondering if the man would ask him to stay like last time. Jonas wasn't quite meeting his gaze, though. He was staring at his blade as though it would give him all the answers in the world. "Yeah. There's some stuff I need to get if we're going to raid a vamp nest."

"Okay," Jonas replied dispassionately.

Alec, feeling a bit off kilter by the blatant dismissal, headed off with a frown on his face.

Getting the bow and arrows out of storage was the easy part. The hard part was taking the time to rune them all. Alec tried to be sneaky about it in a not-obviously sneaky way. He was good at being sneaky, but being sneaky without being sneaky was hard.

Evidently, he did not do a good enough job.

Hodge found him as he was tracing an arrow with his stele.

"Alec. Didn't know you were here."

Alec quickly put down the arrow and tried to hide the weapons by shifting to the side slightly. He knew immediately that it wouldn't work, but he tried to stammer out an excuse anyway. "Yeah— No— I— Uh…"

"Don't tell me." Hodge smirked. "I don't wanna have to report you."

"It's just that, you know, Jonas is–"

"That boy is Valentine's–" Hodge began to say, but was cut off when the rune seared his neck.

Alec frowned. "Valentine's what?"

Hodge groaned, and took a breath before trying again, "The monster's son. There must be some reason why the roaches are coming out of the woodwork again, right?"

Alec was shocked, but he did his best to keep his composure and acted as though he already knew.

Hodge sighed and said, "I'll leave you to it."

"Hodge," Alec called out, befor he could go. "Thank you."

Hodge smiled and walked back up to Alec. "You remind me of me, Alec. A loyal friend standing in the shadow of the chosen one."

Alec scoffed and looked away.

"Hey…" Hodge said, then slapped a hand on Alec's neck. "Don't make the same mistakes I did. Look where it got me."

Alec watched the man leave, and wondered if Jonas was actually Valentine's son… and whether Jonas knew that was who his father was.

"Izzy," Alec called out as he climbed up the steps of some kind of metal room. "I got your text. Where are we exactly?"

"It's an old meatpacker's service entrance. If we go back there, we come up into the basement of the Hotel DuMort." Izzy smiled, smug. "Perfect, right? We distract the vamps, Jonas and Jace have time to find Simon."

"Okay," Alec said.

"'Okay'?" Izzy quoted back to him and pulled to a stop. "It was hard work interrogating Meliorn to get this intel."

"Great job, Izzy." Alec grinned, amused by her attempt to mess with him. "You have faerie dust on your dress." He started heading down the corridor. "And I hate being the distraction."

"I don't." Izzy followed him at a distance. "You know, you'd be a lot happier if you weren't so freaking repressed," She called after him. "Alec? Hello?"

Alec rolled his eyes and ignored her. He continued on and pretended he couldn't hear her.

His tactic worked for about five minutes.

"You're really not gonna talk to me, are you?" Izzy asked as she followed after him.

Alec started pulling on his gloves, and deigned her with a response, "That's because you have no idea what you're talking about."

"But I do." Izzy caught up to his side. "You're hiding from yourself, not me. You have feelings, whether you like 'em or not, Alec."

They came upon a ladder, and Alec began climbing. "This is not the time or the place, Izzy."

"I don't know," Izzy shrugged. "Looks pretty smooth so far." She clambered up the ladder after him and they stepped out into a maintenance room. Izzy led him over to a door on the opposite end and opened it as she said, "This must be the way."

Evidently, it was the way, but a dozen or so vampires were waiting for them on the other side. Alec rushed forward and slammed the door shut. With Izzy's help, they held the door closed as the vamps tried to break it down. "Well, not that smooth," Izzy said. Alec began to search for his stele, and Izzy continued, "Any day now."

"Yeah, if you hold the door still," Alec began, frustrated. "It might be a lot easier." He tried to draw the rune on the door, but it wouldn't stay. "It's not taking it."

He felt Izzy take the blade off of his back and step away. He focused on keeping the door closed, and soon she was back with a length of metal bar. She shoved it through the handle on the door and behind a nearby pipe, effectively wedging the door shut.

"Whoever said, 'The pen is mightier than the sword,' was an idiot." Izzy commented as she walked away like a badass in an action movie.

"When you're right, you're right," Alec admitted and followed after her.

They put some distance between them and the door, and waited for the vampires to bust it open. "Do you think they know where we are?" Izzy asked.

Alec chuckled, "That's the idea, right?" His expression grew serious as he saw a vamp get his hand through a gap in the door. "How long do you think we have to distract them for?"

"Ten more minutes," Izzy said.

"Ten minutes? Are you kidding?" Alec notched and arrow and continued, "We're liquid lunch in five."

"So let's distract them," Izzy said.

Alec nodded. "So let's distract them."

"You better get ready," Izzy said.

Alec agreed and raised his bow, aiming it where he thought the first vamp would break through.

When the door opened, Alec let Izzy take down the first vamp. He aimed his arrow at the next one and let it fly, but that vampire ran out of the way and instead the one behind him took the blow. He dissipated in a wave of smouldering ash.

Alec tracked the other vampire, and then let an arrow fly as soon as it showed itself.

"This is fun," Alec admitted, smiling slightly.

He prepared another arrow and aimed it down the hall. All of the vampires ducked out of the way.

"Keep coming, boys," Izzy called to them.

There were a few more rounds of vampires after that, but he and Izzy managed to dispatch them all. Alec was pleasantly surprised, and turned to Izzy. "Let's go find the others."

She nodded, and they rushed off down the halls. They ran into a few more vamps along the way, but a swift arrow and a stab with the seraph blade easily got rid of them.

Alec turned the corner into a room where all the action was taking place. When he arrived, the vampire fighting with Jonas took him hostage, holding him in front of himself like a meatshield.

Alec grinned at the challenge. "Okay," he said. Instead of aiming for the vampire, he instead shot the wall above.

The brick crumbled and opened up. Sunlight shined down on the vampire and Jonas escaped just as the vamp was destroyed by the sun's rays.

Alec then watched, impressed as Jonas picked up his dropped seraph blade and stabbed a nearby vampire in the gut.

Satisfied, Jonas stepped back and lowered his blade.

Izzy walked forward, a wide, amazed grin on her face. "He did great, right?" Izzy turned to Jace.

"Yeah, you did," Jace told Jonas. "You should be proud."

Jonas didn't seem all that moved by his compliment. "Where's the kid?"

"The mundane?" Alec clarified. "We should probably find out."

The four of them walked through the halls, looking for the mundane. Alec couldn't wait for this mess to be over with.

They finally found the right room, and everyone pulled to a stop as they realised that Simon was also being held hostage.

"Put away your weapons." the vampire holding Simon at gun– or rather, fang– point demanded. "I've had more than enough of your friend for one day. I'd love to cut his throat. Don't give me a reason." When the group hesitated to sheathe their blades, the vampire shouted, "Put it away!"

With some reluctance, the group did so.

Alec watched as Jonas then narrowed his gaze and took a step forward. His eyes flickered to Simon. "You okay?"

"I wouldn't say okay–" Simon began, but was cut off.

"Stop talking!" the vampire snapped. "Now... if you would all just follow me." He started backing out of the room, then yelled when they didn't immediately follow, "Let's go!"

He led them around a corner and up some stairs, "Come on, let's go! Up here, now!"

The vampire stopped in a corner and waited for them to pass. "That's right, get down there now!" Alec held up his hands in a show of peace, skirting by the vampire and moving down the hall. "Get down there or I'll kill him right now!"

They made it to the door, and the vampire instructed them again. "Open that door right now or I'll kill him right here."

Alec did so, not wanting to risk it. He shoved open the door and stepped outside. He heard a whimper of pain, and then a scuffle.

"Go! Take him! Go!"

He turned to see that Simon had been freed, but now the mundane had stopped to talk to the vampire… great.

"I don't know how to thank you," Simon said.

"Don't thank me. You mean nothing. This is about Valentine and the chaos he can bring."

"Come on!" Jace said and tugged the boy outside.

"Jace Wayland!" Jace paused at the threshold. "Remember who your friends are."

Once it was clear that the vampire was finished, Jace slammed the door shut, and walked away.

The mundane was panting and looked like he was close to losing it. "Shouldn't we get the hell out of here?" he asked.

"Why, Simon?" Jace asked, clearly annoyed by the idea.

"They're right downstairs."

"Let them come after us," Jace gestured around them. "They'll just turn into a bunch of fried eggs out here. I thought you said you watch movies."

They then all left Simon there to climb up a level and give the mundane some space.

Alec glanced at Jonas, and then grabbed Jace and Izzy and dragged them off to the side. He looked to Jonas once more and the man didn't seem to care that he were clearly isolating him from the conversation. "Look," Alec began. "Hodge spoke to me back at the Institute when I went to get my gear."

"Did Hodge find you out?" Jace asked, concerned.

"No– No that's not the problem anyway." He leaned closer to the other two. "He suggested something, a conclusion he made."

"What?" Jace asked. Noticing Alec's hesitation, he repeated, "What, Alec?"

"He said that Jonas was Valentine's son."

Jace began to shake his head even before Alec had finished. "No, he can't know that for sure."

"Jonas was hiding the memory he recovered," Alec said. "I think he knows."

"Stop," Jace warned. "Even if it's true, it doesn't matter."

"We should just ask him," Izzy insisted.

All three turned to look at Jonas.

Jonas glanced up at them, looking bored. When they continued to stare at him, Jonas sighed and ambled over. "Is something wrong?" He asked.

"The memory the Silent Brothers showed you," Alec prompted. Jonas appeared disinterested. "I think I know what it was. You're Valentine's son, aren't you?"

Jonas stared at Alec and cocked his head. "What answer do you want to hear, Alec?"

"The honest one," he replied.

Jonas nodded. "Okay then. Yes, I'm Valentine's son."

The other two didn't seem all that concerned by this new information, but Alec inhaled a sharp breath. He felt inexplicably betrayed, and he lashed out before he could stop himself. "So what? You've shown up out of nowhere. Are you a spy? Is this all part of your plan?"

Jonas' fists clenched at his sides, and he looked like he'd been genuinely hurt by Alec's suspicions. "You think I wanted to be involved in all of this shit? I would've happily stayed out of it and away from any problems Jocelyn Fray caused. I don't want anything to do with her, let alone her ex, but here I am trying to help save all of your asses. So don't you dare say anything like that to me again."

Alec's mouth had been open to continue his rant, but at the end of Jonas' speech it clamped shut with an audible clack as teeth knocked against teeth.

The other's remained silent as Alec and Jonas stared at each other. After a while of intense staring, Jonas' expression evened out into something calmer. "You done?" He asked.

"Yeah," Alec replied, voice barely more than a murmur.

Jonas nodded, accepting his reply in an instant, and that was that.

As soon as they got back to the Institute, Alec split off to get some space for a while. He took a shower, letting the warm water soothe his tense muscles and calm him down. Then he climbed out, dried off and got dressed.

He had to talk to Jonas.

Alec was pretty sure he didn't need to apologise, but he wanted to clear the air anyway. If they were going to be working together, he didn't want their time to be filled with strife and resentment.

You like him, a voice taunted in the back of Alec's mind that sounded suspiciously like Izzy.

He cleared that entire notion out of his mind and headed back to the main area, figuring that was a good place to start.

Finding Jonas was easy enough. He was sitting at the table where they'd discussed their plans earlier. He was staring at the table top, seeming like his mind was a million miles away.

"Hey," Alec greeted and sat down across from him.

Jonas didn't look up right away.

"Jonas?" Alec prompted when the man continued to stare at the table top.

Jonas' head snapped up. "Oh, sorry." He smiled sheepishly. "What did you say?"

"Nothing yet." Alec shifted in his seat. "I just… Are we… okay? Like, you're okay with what happened earlier?"

Fuck, he was so bad at this.

"Huh?" Jonas seemed confused for a moment. "Oh, yeah, that." He shrugged. "No hard feelings."

Alec relaxed, feeling genuinely relieved. "Good. I'm glad." He glanced around and then realised that Jonas had been left here alone. "Where is everyone?"

"You mean my babysitters?" Jonas asked. Alec felt his lips twitch in amusement against his will. "Izzy took Simon to the infirmary. I'm not sure where Jace went."

He yawned suddenly, and then looked embarrassed.

"You're tired," Alec noted. He got up and jerked his head to the hallway. "Let's go find you a room so you can get some sleep."

"No, really, I'm okay," Jonas tried to refute.

Alec looked at him pointedly.

"Okay… Maybe I could use some sleep."

The man got up and followed as Alec led him up the stairs and down the way a bit. Eventually they came upon a room Alec knew he could have. "After you," Alec said, and held the door open.

Jonas stepped inside and gasped in amazement. "Alright, I'll admit. This room thing might not be so bad."

Alec shook his head slowly, incredulous. He watched as Jonas walked right up to the bed and collapsed on it. "Ahh," he sighed in relief.

"If you want to shower, there's a bathroom through there-" Alec pointed to the right "-I'll go and grab you some clothes. Be right back."

He left without giving Jonas a chance to respond, and soon was back with some clothes he just randomly picked out. (He may have picked the ones he thought would suit Jonas the best.) When he stepped inside the room, Jonas was already asleep and breathing deeply.

Alec watched him for a moment, entranced. He came back to himself with a shake of his head and went to put the clothes down on a chair in the corner.

Satisfied, Alec left the room and shut the door quietly on his way out.