"We won't get much done," Alec said. "But I might not complain." Kissing Jace was still ... new. It felt a little like it was still forbidden, or like it wasn't real. It made it hard to not want to grab on and kiss whenever he could, in case it disappeared.

Alec ducked his head, brushing a kiss to Jace's chest at the lowest part of the V of his shirt, closest as he could get to his heart. "Your heart will catch up," he said. He half-smiled. "I made you doubt too. It's not your fault."

Alec laughed. "He thinks we're all infants, except Magnus. He just thinks Magnus acts like an infant." It was said fondly though. Grumpy as Ragnor could be, he was unfailingly loyal to Magnus, and Alec loved him for that. And he just tended to find Ragnor funny, too. "I made you read that stuff too," he reminded Jace. "Or what I could find, anyway." He shifted enough that he could slip a hand under Jace's shirt, trace the outline of his parabatai rune from memory. "I wouldn't have let you then. Too drunk." This, however, wasn't then.