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His hands slid into his pockets as they walked, not starting up any more conversation. He knew that Alec felt somewhat uncomfortable and he did as well, for an entirely different reason.

“Thanks.” He murmured softly as he ducked into the coffee shop, glancing back at Alec.

“Y-yeah, no problem.” Walking up to the counter he paused, turning back to Magnus, “What do you usually get?And before you argue, it’s my treat.”

“Are you sure? I'd– I don’t mind paying for my own. But I’ll just take a black coffee.” Was he supposed to go to the Institute after this? Tell them that their brother was in New York or would it makes things infinitely harder?