[ It's on the tip of his tongue to say something jokingly about feeling left out. He didn't get anything! But then Alec drops that particular bomb and it takes everything within Magnus to not react at all. Oh, he makes a good effort of it, but his expression still falls for a split second before he forces himself to settle into something neutral. Logically, he knows this doesn't change everything, but it changes something. There's so much about immortality that people don't think about. There's a part of him that wants to be happy about this, but it feels like some sort of strange trick.
He laughs a little, the sound strained and more breath than sound. It's a release of tension, really. ] Well—
[ That's good. He doesn't know what to say. Get it together. He inhales, brows knit together even though he tries to keep himself relaxed. ]
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He laughs a little, the sound strained and more breath than sound. It's a release of tension, really. ] Well—
[ That's good. He doesn't know what to say. Get it together. He inhales, brows knit together even though he tries to keep himself relaxed. ]
How do you feel about that?