He had exactly one picture of Alec and himself, a quick shot on his phone that he’d insisted on when they’d finally made it out for their first date. […]
He hung the picture on his wall beside a picture Isabelle had given him of Alec and Jace. That one was clearer, both boys smiling and with Jace’s arm slung over Alec’s shoulders. He kept them together in his own sign of respect, because even if he hadn’t particularly liked Jace much, he understood the bond between parabatai.
Mature, post-season 1. Death isn’t the end. I love Magnus in this.