I never asked anyone to marry me before,” said Alec. “So that’s a no, then?”
He laughed as he asked, a soft laugh, worn but happy. Alec always tried to give those he loved a path or an open door; he tried to give the loved anything they wanted. They sat there, leaning against their baby’s crib together.
“It’s a yes, one day,” Magnus said. “For you, Alec, it’s always yes.