See, now you're mistaking me for someone who cares about an actor's private life. I don't read RPF anymore. ( She knows full well that will mystify Jace, smiling a little smuggly even as she says it.
When they reach the elevator, Clary takes a step away to lean against the wall, but her gaze still returns to him quickly. She wishes things were simpler, really, wishes she didn't have to think so much. It used to be like that, instinct overriding her senses, it used to be easy and careless between them. And then she had to build walls and walls between his heart and hers and she's finding it --
Difficult.
She wants to touch him, but she's not sure she won't shake down something important when she does.
Her mouth softens though, eyes scanning his face. ) Me either. ( Technically, moving to the Institute would have counted. But Isabelle didn't let Clary disappear into large rooms, didn't let her get lost. Suddenly, she's afraid of the silence her own promises, a feeling of unease sweeping through her. She doesn't want to be alone, doesn't want to have to deal with the ghosts that only get silenced when she's busy trying to save the world. ) We'll help each other. Maybe tomorrow we can go into the city and figure out what we need for them?
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When they reach the elevator, Clary takes a step away to lean against the wall, but her gaze still returns to him quickly. She wishes things were simpler, really, wishes she didn't have to think so much. It used to be like that, instinct overriding her senses, it used to be easy and careless between them. And then she had to build walls and walls between his heart and hers and she's finding it --
Difficult.
She wants to touch him, but she's not sure she won't shake down something important when she does.
Her mouth softens though, eyes scanning his face. ) Me either. ( Technically, moving to the Institute would have counted. But Isabelle didn't let Clary disappear into large rooms, didn't let her get lost. Suddenly, she's afraid of the silence her own promises, a feeling of unease sweeping through her. She doesn't want to be alone, doesn't want to have to deal with the ghosts that only get silenced when she's busy trying to save the world. ) We'll help each other. Maybe tomorrow we can go into the city and figure out what we need for them?