There it goes again, the warm runny thing like chocolate sauce inside his chest, as Alec's fingers brush over his face. He lifts a hand to catch at Alec's, pressing his palm to the back of Alec's hand and turning his head to press a kiss to Alec's palm. It's more than he'd allowed himself to hope for as he tried to move at Alec's more cautious pace, and he says a silent thank-you to his past self for being so messy with his magic the night before.

"I'd like that too, petal," he murmurs, and it must be true, look where he's sitting. "Is everything all right at the Institute, by the way?" he adds, looking up, inquisitive but not worried, not yet. "You're here rather early, even for you."

And Magnus knows the lack of sleep is going to catch up with him, but he's content to stay here for now, curled into Alec's warmth with a strong arm wrapped around him. Alec doesn't need to know, yet, that Magnus hadn't bothered slipping into anything else before slipping into the dressing gown.