Concerned About My Safety, Are You? -william

"yeah, Well, You Clearly Also Couldn't Be Bothered To Call Me And Tell Me You Were Shacking Up With Some Dyed-blond Wanna-be Goth You Probably Met At Pandemonium. After I Spent The Past Three Days Wondering If You Were Dead." "i Was Not Shacking Up," Clary Said, Glad Of The Darkness As The Blood Rushed To Her Face. "and My Hair Is Naturally Blond," Said Jace. "just For The Record."

Clary Grinned At Luke. “so You’re Not Moving To Idris, I Take It?” “nah,” He Said. He Looked As Happy As She’d Ever Seen Him. “the Pizza Here Is Terrible.

You're All He Ever Wants.

I’m Not Unsympathetic. But Do You Like Me? Because This Being Gay Business Doesn’t Mean You Can Just Throw Yourself At Any Guy And It’ll Be Fine Because He’s Not A Girl. There Are Still People You Like And People You Don’t.

He'd Woken Up The Next Day In The City Hospital With Magnus Bane Staring Down At Him With An Odd Expression--it Could Have Been Deep Concern Or Merely Curiosity, It Was Hard To Tell With Magnus.