Alexander Gideon Lightwood is a rather… impulsive individual. He does often work based off his feelings rather than logic, - at least, if he’s needing to make a split second decision - and he is a rather emotional. Especially for a Shadowhunter. This has been proven on several occasions. Perhaps we could reference when his Parabatai had gone missing? How ready he was to put his own life at risk to find him? This is a very good example. But… The choice that made his vulnerability shine the brightest was easily the moment he had jumped off that ledge. If not for Magnus, he would have died. At best, he would have broken all of the bones in his body and been near death, needing to be healed as soon as psychically possible before he loses too much blood and that heart beat Magnus adored listening to on late nights would have evaporated. Magnus didn’t blame him for these things. He knew what it was like to be depressed and to feel impotent. But he certainly took notice to this trait Alec possessed. In a way, Magnus was happy that Alexander wasn’t a picture perfect Nephilim. If he was, he likely would not have stopped his own wedding and wouldn’t have chosen Magnus over Lydia Branwell. Magnus was glad that his Alexander wasn’t a cookie cutter example of what The Clave can make of a person. But… The impulsiveness wasn’t the easiest thing to deal with. Of course, everyone has their flaws..and Magnus knows this. He does not wish to change Alexander in anyway and loves him more than words can explain. Flaws and all. Though, the difficulty for him was when the target of Alec’s aggressive outbursts happened to be Magnus himself. He can handle most things, but it is not the best feeling in the world when the love says those types of things towards you.
“You knew enough.”
The sentence echoed in Magnus’ brain, repeating over and over like mantra. He tried to form words to protest - explain himself at the very least - but the most that came out of his mouth was the taller male’s name. This did not make the Lightwood boy look back or even stop. Instead, the feeling of a delicate hand with slender fingers grabbing his arm and yanking him back pulled his attention back to his boyfriend. He turned his head to glare at Magnus, and the sight before him made his stomach turn. Magnus didn’t look scary. Not even mad. He looked as though he were holding back tears. Though…Who can blame him? Not long before this all, Alec was in bed with him. Their lips almost never separating and their bodies being brought as close together as they could manage. Wanting to feel the other’s skin against their own.. Wanting to feel each-others hands along their flesh. Those feelings drove them both mad.
Soon after that- Alec was reassuring Magnus that he was sure about them. Together. But now they were here. Pointing fingers all too quickly and moving without a second thought.
The expression on Magnus’ face felt like a punch to the gut for Alec, and he instantly felt the need to pull his boyfriend into a hug. He moved to do so, his body stiffened when Magnus held to hand up to signal he didn’t want to hug Alexander at this very moment. His glamoured eyes closed as the shorter male of the two calmly requested his boyfriend remember all Magnus has done in the past few days and ask himself if he could see Magnus doing whatever Alec is currently accusing him of. Alec thought back to these times and scrunched his nose when looking towards his sister and the Downworlder picking himself up off the floor.
“N-No.. No I can’t.” Alec softly replied.
“Would you please… Let me explain?”
“I… Y-Yeah.” Alec felt embarrassed - largely due to the feeling that everyone in the room was staring at him - which for the most part was very true. It also didn’t feel like a good time to sit down and discuss the situation, but seeing the shine in Magnus’ eyes made his toes curl.
So… They sat. Alexander sat down and listened to all that his boyfriend wished to say- and Magnus couldn’t help but smile.