Alex hated being seen as weak. But, somehow, he didn't mind so much with Magnus. Magnus had seen him at his weakest, in more ways than one. It made it easier to let down his walls with him. Especially now, when he was having so much trouble keeping it together. It was a relief not to have to pretend to be strong.
He took a shaky breath, staring at Magnus as the warlock spoke and wondering how someone so perfect could care about him. Magnus was so much better than he deserved. He wanted to believe the words, but it was hard to silence the incessant part of his mind that told him that he hadn't been good enough. That he'd failed. That everything was his fault. "Magnus...I..." He just didn't want to think and Magnus was right there and it was all too easy to lean forward and press his mouth to Magnus's, to focus on that and not all the horrible emotions inside of him.