❝ I do not go to my happy place, I go to my high lonesome place. ❞- jace
Guide to Troubled Birds: (Accepting)
Coincidentally, he knows that.
Simon knows that because when he asked where Jace was, Alec’s face had done that thing where he can’t decide if the annoyance is physically painful, before he looked up.
(It also took Simon another thirty seconds to realize that wasn’t a terrible eye roll, but was in fact an indication. It helped when he got a real eye roll and a he’s on the roof, Simon.)
He’s here, and Jace has his back turned and his shoulders pulled up to his ears and he looks like every brooding YA novel protagonist, hair tugged by the wind and his eyes on the city below.
Which...unfair. Simon always looks like he’s pouting when he’s trying to be broody. But Jace nails it. Like he nails everything else. Because he’s kind of slutty. And because he’s good at everything and it’s disgusting.
Jace cannot possibly know, because Simon has zero idea what is about to leave his mouth. It will be just as new to him.
“A shrimp’s heart is located in it’s head. I mean...technically it’s in the thorax behind the head, but it’s covered in a singular exoskeleton so it counts.”
What? Jesus. That was his leading line?
Simon kicks a stone that’s come loose and steps up beside Jace, trying very hard not to look over out of some respect of privacy, even as Jace fills his peripheral vision.
Jace does that. He kind of fills all of Simon’s vision when he’s around.
Simon sighs, his own shoulders drooping.
“I probably can’t fix anything that’s bothering you. But I can buy you a truly terrible hot dog off of a cart down there, if you want to go for a walk.”
