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"Hey, kid, we're going-" Jace crossed into the room, quieting as he took in the scene before him.
The room was dark, only a few candles on the dresser burning for light. Kit was curled up on the bed, books spread out on the duvet all around him. His hand was still in-between the pages of an old history tome, saving his place. His witchlight glowed weakly on the pillow beside his head. In the corner of the room, music poured softly from a record player Jace had dug out of the music room.
Jace stood for a moment, reveling in the peace and domesticity of the room. Then, he started gathering the books on the bed and stacking them neatly on Kit's desk, sticking a receipt from the bedside table in the history book to save the page. He touched the witchlight, letting it wink out, and set it gently beside the bed; Jace had noticed Kit handling it more carefully than anything since he came to stay at the Institute.
As he pulled a throw blanket up from the foot of the bed, Jace smiled, realizing Kit was wearing sweatpants and one of Jace's own hoodies that he must have swiped from the laundry. Jace pulled the blanket up over Kit's shoulders, then froze when Kit started moving.
"Jace?" Kit's voice was groggy and his eyes weren't even open yet.
"It's me, kid." Jace sat down on the bed. "The rest of us are going out for a few hours, will you be alright on your own?"
It took a couple of seconds for Kit to respond. "Yeah."
"Okay," Jace said. He stood up and ruffled Kit's hair. "I'll see you later, then. Call me if you need anything."
Jace moved to the dresser to blow out the candles, and heard Kit's voice whisper from the bed, "Love you, Jay."
Jace paused, took a breath, and blinked a few times, trying to dispel the sudden pressure behind his eyes. He walked back to the bed and rubbed Kit's shoulder.
"Love you, too, Christopher."
Jace closed the door as quietly as he could and jogged downstairs, smiling the whole time.