Alec glances up to find Magnus standing there, and he opens his mouth to say something, and then stops.

Had Magnus been just...watching him? Why?

Still standing awkwardly, stained shirt in hand, Alec finds himself wordless, wondering what is going on in the warlock's mind. Wondering, for about the millionth time since Tuesday, why Magnus had agreed to this at all. Except for pity. For not being unsympathetic.