"Oh, no. Absolutely not. If anyone gets too drunk, I'm throwing them out into the street," Luke says without any conviction at all and he's sure Reid knows he's being a complete liar when he says something like that. Not only would he put any of these people to bed carefully, he'd make sure to turn them on their side, leave advil and water by the bed and a bucket just in case they felt the need to be sick. And he'd be in there every few hours to make sure they were okay, which all adds up to being able to spend less time focusing on Reid, which isn't what he wants. Not tonight or any night. He wants to be able to spend the rest of the evening with his boyfriend and both of them know he won't be able to do that if he's worried about others. And it's not possible for Luke to not worry. By his nature, he's always worried about others and while Clary isn't here for him to worry about, there's Alec and Hild, people like Peter and Jason who he's perhaps only just met, but he's willing to reach out to all the same.
He doesn't really think it's a concern, though. None of them have shown signs of excessive drinking with the exception, perhaps, of Hild, but she can also handle her alcohol better than anyone Luke has ever seen. He's concerned about her for other reasons not even remotely related to the wine. There are times when he wonders if his own ease at dealing with the things he'd seen has to do with the fact that he's focusing his concern on others. If perhaps he's not waking up from nightmares of Valentine killing Clary because he's been concentrating on Reid and the way in which he sometimes starts awake. It might not be the healthiest way of dealing with what's happened, but it seems to be working at the moment. Luke understands it wasn't Clary he was seeing, he understands it wasn't Valentine whose throat he tore out, but even if it had been, he wouldn't have felt any guilt. Valentine destroyed his life, he tried to take away every person Luke has ever loved. He got what he deserved.
"I suppose we're both old enough that we've learned a little patience," he agrees with a chuckle, squeezing Reid's hand again. Luke isn't entirely sure it has anything to do with age, he's always been relatively patient, happy enough to just wait for something to happen than to make any move toward it too soon. It's probably what's led him to more than one uncomfortable situation, it's at least a small part of why Jocelyn hadn't known until far too late how he felt about her, but try as he might, he seems to have lost the ability to regret the things he'd done there, too. Magnus has told him she's fine, that she's awake, and so long as she's okay and healthy and alive, then Luke is happy. She deserves a good life and he hopes she's able to find that now.
"They should all be extremely thankful we're not more obnoxious," he adds, nodding. "Most new couples are all over each other at this stage of the relationship." Which isn't to say he and Reid aren't all over one another, but they tend to leave it to the more acceptable moments, the thing Alec had caught them kissing not withstanding. "They should be thankful we're tired old men who would never sneak off to the kitchen under the pretence of getting the pies ready for dessert so they can make out a little instead, right?"
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He doesn't really think it's a concern, though. None of them have shown signs of excessive drinking with the exception, perhaps, of Hild, but she can also handle her alcohol better than anyone Luke has ever seen. He's concerned about her for other reasons not even remotely related to the wine. There are times when he wonders if his own ease at dealing with the things he'd seen has to do with the fact that he's focusing his concern on others. If perhaps he's not waking up from nightmares of Valentine killing Clary because he's been concentrating on Reid and the way in which he sometimes starts awake. It might not be the healthiest way of dealing with what's happened, but it seems to be working at the moment. Luke understands it wasn't Clary he was seeing, he understands it wasn't Valentine whose throat he tore out, but even if it had been, he wouldn't have felt any guilt. Valentine destroyed his life, he tried to take away every person Luke has ever loved. He got what he deserved.
"I suppose we're both old enough that we've learned a little patience," he agrees with a chuckle, squeezing Reid's hand again. Luke isn't entirely sure it has anything to do with age, he's always been relatively patient, happy enough to just wait for something to happen than to make any move toward it too soon. It's probably what's led him to more than one uncomfortable situation, it's at least a small part of why Jocelyn hadn't known until far too late how he felt about her, but try as he might, he seems to have lost the ability to regret the things he'd done there, too. Magnus has told him she's fine, that she's awake, and so long as she's okay and healthy and alive, then Luke is happy. She deserves a good life and he hopes she's able to find that now.
"They should all be extremely thankful we're not more obnoxious," he adds, nodding. "Most new couples are all over each other at this stage of the relationship." Which isn't to say he and Reid aren't all over one another, but they tend to leave it to the more acceptable moments, the thing Alec had caught them kissing not withstanding. "They should be thankful we're tired old men who would never sneak off to the kitchen under the pretence of getting the pies ready for dessert so they can make out a little instead, right?"