Acceptance was a struggle for a lot of people, it seemed. Luke had seemingly found it here among mundanes and Downworlders that weren't werewolves and had no idea what a Shadowhunter was. They didn't know or care about the Accords or the Clave and Alec had to admit that most everyone seemed happier for it.

He wasn't ready to let go of those ideals, those values but he wasn't going to stop anyone from being around people they cared about. If Luke wanted to keep company with mundanes and Downworlders, he had no authority to stop him. He didn't even want to stop him.

"You got lucky when you landed here, then," Alec remarked, glancing around. There were a lot of people here just for Luke, just for Reid, and they were people that Alec would never think would make nice with werewolves back in Manhattan. "It doesn't look like you need to worry about not having people around."