Opening his mouth to respond, Magnus discovered he also had no idea where home might be for him, for them. He frowned, but after a moment the expression passed and he was smiling again. "We could ask at the sheriff station," he said, gesturing down the street towards the building in question. He didn't know why he hadn't thought to ask about it before. But it felt good to have a goal rather than randomly walking about until they found something, so he pointed them both in that direction. "As for the—" he raised a hand and wiggled his fingers, "—I'm a warlock. I don't entirely remember what that means, but it's why my eyes are this way."

Something about Alec's comment, said so candidly, made Magnus laugh brightly. The thought of switching names amused him to no end, and he had a feeling it had a deeper reason than the inanity of the suggestion. "Lightwood-Bane has quite the ring to it," he agreed, squeezing Alec's hand again and stepping closer to him as they walked. "It sounds like a sentence. Or a title." His chest swelled with the thought of Alec taking his name, and the urge to kiss him was overwhelming. Yet he resisted, not wanting to startle Alec after everything that had been happening. He had a strong inkling that it would be too much of a public display. "I hope our home isn't far away. I'd really love to kiss you."