Slowly pulling away from the embrace, Alec gave his parabatai a worried look. The words weren't that surprising, but the tone was. Jace didn't normally seem so tired or out of sorts. "We'll go back to the shop, but not to spar."

Others might have noticed the way they'd clung to each other but Alec didn't care. They didn't have to hide in Wayward Pines. No one would hurt them because they needed reassurance after Jace had been badly hurt. Everyone in town knew someone who had gone through something similar. "I have a listening corner set up. I have some LPs I know you'll like."

Alec probably shouldn't keep the shop closed, but everyone would at the games until they wound down. He could open later when Jace was calm.