Wesley Chu

He could visualize Jace, who had asked Alec to be his parabatai and then always pretended as if he did not need one. Alec was not fooled.

Magnus liked to brag.

only to sleep, for now, until or if Alec wanted anything else

Magnus ducked his head and smiled.

Magnus Bane was always brightly burning, whimsical and effervescent, ethereal and carefree

"It's great," Alec whispered. "Come and hold me. I want you next to me."

Alec reached out his hand, his eyes still closed. It was a mute but trusting gesture—the gesture of a boy who could always count on loving hands and loving voices when he was sick or injured. Magnus remembered when he himself had turned up at the Institute, summoned there to heal Alec from demon injuries. Isabelle had been in a panic, Jace pacing the halls, white-faced.
It had reminded Magnus of times long ago, the memory of Nephilim he had cared for once, and how very much they had cared for each other. Knowing the way Will and Jem loved each other had changed his feelings for Nephilim, and seeing Jace—calm, superior Jace—in pieces over Alec had made him like the boy much more.