"That's not hard when you have amnesia," he teased, hoping to lighten the mood before whatever was wrong got the better of Jace. As he spoke, he started heading toward the shop, keeping his pace slow so that his friend wouldn't get nervous that he'd somehow 'lose' Alec.

"Not much at the shop. It's mostly for meditation and the basics. There's a punching bag. The better equipment is at home." Alec smiled, not realizing how easily he'd assumed home meant all four of them. "Haven't figure out an archery range yet."