he rocks imperceptibly on his heels, energy in a surprising abundance despite spending all day at the institute. isabelle had commented a sly quip on his vitality, jace hadn’t been much more subtle, and alec —— well, alec had half-walked, half-run to magnus’ place the minute he got let off. it still feels oddly imposing to let himself in, door unlocked or not, so he waits with bated breath after he knocks, rehearsing a greeting in his head ; conveniently, it disappears from his mind the moment the door opens, and he realises in hindsight he probably ought to have texted him about his arrival, valentine’s day or not. ❛ —— hi. ❜ say something else. explain. apologise. to no avail, his thoughts freeze him, hands fidgeting, mouth encasing muted words.
@halfhell.