He stayed still as Jessica worked on his hair. Practice had made her perfect at it and Magnus appreciated looking sharp without having to put the effort into it himself. He was sure he'd make a mess of it.
His nose wrinkled even further as Jessica continued. This was sounding worse and worse and frankly less and less like something he wanted to deal with. Magnus wasn't big on confrontation; he avoided it, to the best of his ability. The idea of running into himself or another Jessica, or any of the people he knew in this Darrow filled him with dread. What would he be like? What would she be like? (Was there another Alec Lightwood, he wondered idly.) He was comfortable in his own little niche in the world and he didn't want that disturbed anymore than Darrow did in and of itself.
"So what are we going to do?" he asked expectantly. Jessica was perfectly visible in the reflection of the mirror, but he tilted his gaze up to her beside him. (Not his head though. He was careful not to move his head while Jessica was styling.)
She had to have a plan. She always did. If he didn't like some aspect of it, he'd say so, diplomatically. But Jessica With A Plan was another comfortable thing he relied on to soothe his nerves when things got sticky.
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His nose wrinkled even further as Jessica continued. This was sounding worse and worse and frankly less and less like something he wanted to deal with. Magnus wasn't big on confrontation; he avoided it, to the best of his ability. The idea of running into himself or another Jessica, or any of the people he knew in this Darrow filled him with dread. What would he be like? What would she be like? (Was there another Alec Lightwood, he wondered idly.) He was comfortable in his own little niche in the world and he didn't want that disturbed anymore than Darrow did in and of itself.
"So what are we going to do?" he asked expectantly. Jessica was perfectly visible in the reflection of the mirror, but he tilted his gaze up to her beside him. (Not his head though. He was careful not to move his head while Jessica was styling.)
She had to have a plan. She always did. If he didn't like some aspect of it, he'd say so, diplomatically. But Jessica With A Plan was another comfortable thing he relied on to soothe his nerves when things got sticky.