"Helpful," Alec drawled, finally moving further into the bookstore. He stuck his hand out as he moved closer to Hild, pale fingers trailing over the spines of the books he passed. He didn't look, just touched until he was a few feet in front of her.
Alec had never made regular visits to Luke's bookstore back in Manhattan, could count how many times he'd seen the interior on one hand and he'd been perfectly fine with that. Luke's bookstore in New York had been Clary's place just like the Institute had been his. IN Darrow, Alec's stops by the store had become more frequent. He didn't think he could be considered a regular by any means but he did tend to drop by to talk to Luke or to pick up a book that'd keep him busy.
"I can wait," he told her, holding her gaze. His hands were loose at his sides, the edges of his black jacket inched down over his wrists and down halfway across his palms. Too big but comfortable. "Thanks for the suggestion."
He'd just wait right in front of her, watching her expression, her body language, her.
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Alec had never made regular visits to Luke's bookstore back in Manhattan, could count how many times he'd seen the interior on one hand and he'd been perfectly fine with that. Luke's bookstore in New York had been Clary's place just like the Institute had been his. IN Darrow, Alec's stops by the store had become more frequent. He didn't think he could be considered a regular by any means but he did tend to drop by to talk to Luke or to pick up a book that'd keep him busy.
"I can wait," he told her, holding her gaze. His hands were loose at his sides, the edges of his black jacket inched down over his wrists and down halfway across his palms. Too big but comfortable. "Thanks for the suggestion."
He'd just wait right in front of her, watching her expression, her body language, her.