Anyone walking by would have pegged Jace and Will as related. Their posture on the swings for one, as Will leaned his arms on his legs, the swing slowly. But the shape of their face, the angular structure and lanky frames showed that genetic connection. Will had wanted to deny that he was related to Jace, hoping to protect Tessa and Jem, but had come to realise that one future here did not exclude another future somewhere else.
"Women," Will said with a grin. "They just have this innate action that makes you feel guilty - whether you are doing something or not."
Pulling out a blade, Will turned it through his fingers, considering things. "Want me to talk to her?" It was a true offer, but Will didn't think that was what Jace wanted. "But really, you just have to be willing to ignore that to take care of being yourself. If it's meant to be, it will be - regardless."