Taking the tissue, he gave his parabatai a disgusted 'really, Jace?' look before stuffing it back in his pocket. By the Angel, it was like they were twelve again. Despite the strangeness of the situation and the lingering ache in his chest, Alec smiled at the thought.

Studying Jace, he tried to think of what question to answer first when his attention was caught but that half finished tumble of words. "Did I what? Are we..." He let the rest of the sentence linger unfinished, hoping that Jace would explain what exactly he meant.