He wanted her in his bedroom. And not in that way–no girl had ever been in his bedroom that way. It was his private space, his sanctuary. But he wanted Clary there. He wanted her to see him, the reality of him, not the image he showed the world. He wanted to lie down on the bed with her and have her curl into him. He wanted to hold her as she breathed softly through the night; to see her as no one else saw her: vulnerable and asleep. To see her and to be seen.
— When Midnight Comes, City of Bones