Since finally making peace with his own ghost, Lindsey's mind had been elsewhere for the evening, running over the conversation he'd had with his mother. Or more she talked and he listened, staring stupidly. He pulled the carafe from the coffee maker and refilled his mug, inhaling the scent of fresh brewed coffee.
A soft thump from the direction of his office, as well as voices, caught his attention. He set the mug back down and left the kitchen. They'd offered Clary the room for as long as she needed to stay, with no one knowing how long the ghosts were going to stick around, who would show up next, and how much worse it would get. The sound might've been a dropped book but he wasn't going to just dismiss it.
When he pushed open the door and found Clary on the floor, he was glad he hadn't. "Hey!"