"Five months?" Alec's behavior made a lot more sense based upon that, but what he does not expect is the divergence from what he knew and what he'd experienced himself. More of it, an unfair amount, really - that made things a lot harder to swallow. Magnus had known that the sleepers here were from all different times, different places and he'd also been subject to the truth that even someone you knew could have lived different things entirely.

The gentle kiss to the back of his hand would typically stir up discomfort, such a bold move that he hadn't initiated himself and a clear breach of physical boundaries but with Alec, it felt safe. The gentle press of his lips alleviated some of the tension he'd been holding in his body without realizing it and he uses the same hand to cup his palm over the sharp incline of Alec's cheek.

"That's not your responsibility." The hunters, what had transpired between himself and the ghosts of his past. Magnus is grateful Alec wasn't there for that, a weakness within himself that he wasn't ready to present just yet despite him already having clearly been given that trust. "This happens sometimes. Different roads traveled, almost like a fork. I haven't experienced any of this, I have to be honest with you, but it doesn't change that I want to."