"Well that was weird," Jace slurred. "You tell me. But I really need to check on this warlock. Come with me?" "I got a weird feeling about this. So I'll leave you to it. I'll check on those girls instead." Alec nodded, and they both parted ways.
Outside the Institute stood a freezing warlock, confounded as to why Izzy had asked him to stay outside. Magnus strolled back and forth, as he awaited the arrival of the woman who left him.
After ten minutes of waiting in exasperation, the door of the Institute swung open. Upon the creaking of the door, Magnus swirled his body, only to come face to face with an all too familiar and painful face.
There stood, Alec Lightwood.
Simultaneously, both men stood rooted to the ground, their eyes completely glued to each other.
Tension began to form in the air. None of the men made a single movement, and none of them dared to utter a word. They just looked at each other, their eyes filled with longing, anger and confusion, all at once.
Not wanting to dwell in the tangible tension any longer, Magnus gulped, and stepped forward. "Mr Lightwood," he greeted, his voice slightly wavering. "Mr Bane," Alec greeted back, his voice firm.
And just like that, the warlock managed to put up a professional front, and so did the shadowhunter.