All good things

Chapter 18

Simon's eyes opened very, very slowly, because they felt like a ton of bricks. He knew they must look swollen and red, but he didn't really care. He looked up at the ceiling, where the white was so bright it hurt his eyes. Something in his memory stirred and he frowned. His apartment's ceiling was stained from that time when Clary threw a pizza slice in the air, to see if it would land pepperoni-first, like a sandwich always fell butter-first. He groaned loudly as he propped himself up, noticing how the sunlight reflected from the flat screen TV, that wasn't on.

"Morning, sunshine." came a soft voice and Simon noticed Magnus on the armchair, legs over the side and sipping coffee in his bathrobe, a magazine in hand. "Did you drug me so I would stay? My head feels like its full of cotton." Simon replied sleepily, yawning. Magnus yawned, too and scowled at him. "Stop that. And no, I guess you just haven't had a good nights sleep in a while." he commented, setting down the magazine and nudging a full cup of coffee towards him on the table. "How'd you know I'd be awake, when you made the coffee?" the brunette asked, ignoring the comment about sleep and Magnus's piercing brown eyes, that were full of worry. 

"Because I woke you. I moved the curtains." Magnus stated, smiling a little. Simon rolled his eyes and took the coffee, glaring at the older boy. "How very sweet." he answered sarcastically and Magnus chuckled. "I told Luke he could meet you here at noon, and it's about 12 now. I just woke up myself." Magnus explained, while getting up and stretching like a cat. Simon's eyes went around the apartment. "Where's your better half?" he asked, sipping the very hot coffee, and burned his tongue. He flinched and set the cup down quickly, fanning his mouth. "He's at work. Come on, breakfast." Magnus replied, getting up and moving to the counter. He had made waffles, for which Simon was eternally thankful - he had been living off take out and he only ate it for dinner, which meant he hadn't had breakfast in...a long while. "Did you, you know, talk to him? About what you told me yesterday?" Simon asked cautiously, letting the syrup drip on the golden waffles. Magnus's face changed a little as he sat down as well, but only stabbed his waffle with a fork, a sad look in his eyes.

"No. And I don't think I will. I don't want to fight with him." Magnus said, his tone now monotone. Simon sighed, pushing away his plate and taking Magnus's hand in his, surprising the latter. "Look, you and Alec are like... like two sides of the same coin. Totally different, but yet you are one and can't function without each other. If anyone can make it work, it's you two. And you have to get over this silly thing, it's not like he's cheating on you." Simon said and Magnus laughed, but then got serious again. "Isabelle said the same thing. It's just that I'm not sure." he said, making Simon pull a face. "What? About the cheating part? It's Alec were talking about. He's so in love with you, it's sickening!" the brunette waved his fork around and chewed on the waffle. Magnus smiled a little bit. "He is, isn't he? I guess I should talk about this with him." Magnus said finally, eyeing the way Simon gulped down his coffee and then proceeded to yell 'hot, hot!'. 

After breakfast, they settled back on the couch and Simon tried not to think about what was going to happen next. He busied himself by taking a shower, putting on the clothes he'd left at the loft for emergencies (aka when he was too drunk at a nearby bar to walk all the way home) and then annoying the hell out of Magnus by pacing around and naming the furniture. "This is the 'bang-bar'." Simon said, walking up to the said bar and looked thoughtful. "And why is that?" Magnus sighed, like he did every time Simon came up with a new name. "Because almost all of us have banged someone on this." the brunette announced and Magnus groaned. "I didn't need to know that." he replied, but Simon laughed. "You didn't deny it, so you've also done it." he pointed at Magnus and the older boy clicked his tongue. "Stop fiddling around." he ordered, making Simon turn to him, looking like a puppy, who just had his toy taken, or a child, whose hand he had slapped. "Fine, dad." Simon replied, sitting down on the couch. Magnus eyed him and then shuddered. "Don't ever call me that again." he pleaded, just as the doorbell rang.