Reid's story reminded him of where he'd been when Magnus had arrived and he internally winced. He'd missed Magnus's arrival because he'd been stuck elsewhere, suffering through other versions of Magnus, other versions of his sister and brother and parents. He wished, not for the first time, that he'd been here instead.

"That doesn't surprise me," Alec said dryly, shaking his head. "Not that he'd do that and especially not that he'd do that five minutes after getting here. I wasn't around when he got here so I missed hearing about how it happened."

When Reid and Luke had gotten to the other Darrow, there hadn't been time to share about Magnus's illustrious arrival or his attempts at flirting with Reid. It had been about surviving that other city with your mind intact.

"I don't know if I have a type," Alec said, quieter, almost shyly. It was an attempt at sharing. The only person he'd dated was Magnus and Magnus seemed to transcend any and all types.