Clary had been and still was rather worried about him. It was a miracle that the Silent Brothers had been able to help him so much. Magnus too. Though she’d given him a stern talking to when that potion had made him sleep for days. Magnus had assured her that it was his body’s way of catching up on sleep combined with the potion and once he was up, she had seen that it had worked well. “Good. The less people who know the better. You’ve already had a tough enough time dealing with how people treated you before. You don’t need to go through that again. And I’m glad that you’re feeling better. You’ll tell me if you’re not okay from now on, right?” She hoped that they would be honest with each other more often.
A chuckle escaped her mouth and she said, “You know, I’m surprised she’d not had you learn how to do your nails and hair too.” She wondered what it would have eben like to grow up with brothers around like Izzy had, but then she’d had Simon for awhile and that was an enough of an understanding for her. “Of course you’re right. The massage is perfect. Thank you. I didn’t expect to get this special treatment today.” At the mention of sleep, Clary sighed and said, “I suppose I could do with some sleep. Alec can’t get too upset with me for not completely finishing these papers since he’d been at Magnus’s a lot lately.” The two were practically living together at this point since Alec’s recovery. “Maybe I can attempt to give you a massage? And do you think you’d like to stay in my room with me tonight?”
Jace listened to her and nodded. “Yeah. It helps that Brother Zacariah knew my ancestor,” he replied. “I found out his name today. Like…his name before he became a Silent Brother.” He mused, leaning to kiss her head. “I will, Clary, I promise.” he swore. He’d already lost so much time with her as it was, he didn’t want to lie to her anymore. “The majority of it is controlling the nightmares, but it’s getting easier.” He ran a hand through fiery locks, glad that she was relaxing.
He shrugged. “She tried once. Alec’s hair never liked to cooperate, and I refused after the time she gave me a bad haircut.” he laughed softly. “Luckily, we never had to deal with the nail part.” He shrugged. “I’m not the only one dealing with the aftermath of all this, Clary. And after…after the Owl tried to kill you…” He went quiet for a moment before he looked at the papers and shook his head. “No one finished their full load of paperwork in one night, Clary. That’s just normal.” he replied, reaching to take her hand. “I think a night together would do us both some good. It would be nice to hold you all night.” he smiled at her, moving to pull her up into his arms, one hand cupping her cheek. “I love you.”
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