Well, I Hate To Tell You This,"

He Lifted The Violin To His Shoulder Then, And Raised The Bow. And He Played.

If You're Really Tired, I Could Put You To Sleep," He Said. "tell You A Bedtime Story." She Looked At Him. "are You Serious?" "i'm Always Serious

His Eyes Shone When He Looked At Her, Green As Spring Grass. He Has Always Had Green Eyes, Said The Voice In Her Head. People Often Marvel At How Much Alike You Are, He And Your Mother And Yourself. His Name Is Jonathan And He Is Your Brother; He Has Always Protected You. Somewhere In The Back Of Clary’s Mind She Saw Black Eyes And Whip Marks, But She Didn’t Know Why. He’s Your Brother. He’s Your Brother, And He’s Always Taken Care Of You.

And He Understands. He Understands Why People Hold Hands: He’d Always Thought It Was About Possessiveness, Saying This Is Mine. But It’s About Maintaining Contact. It Is About Speaking Without Words. It Is About I Want You With Me And Don’t Go.

Never Doubt My Weaseling Abilities, Shadowhunter, For They Are Epic And Memorable In Their Scope.