It wasn't like Alec usually took care of people, but what he usually micromanaged - planning missions and battles and his career at the Institute - wasn't here. He didn't have anything to concentrate on. He'd even, somehow, gotten bored of target practice with his bow and arrow because there wasn't going to be anything he'd need to fight until he got out of here, if ever. He didn't even have his whole burgeoning romance with Magnus to worry about.
So now he was a waiter in a diner and he tried to make friends, and he wondered what his life would be like if he'd never been a Shadowhunter. Because a lot of this mundane stuff wasn't so bad.
He brought home plenty to eat from the diner, sandwiches and fries they could reheat. Half a pie. Blueberry. And he spent a little time with the cat, Magnie, who was hovering in the kitchen today. Gave him a little gouda. After he'd eaten he plucked him out of the air to walk him around the apartment, peeking out the window at the desert with him perched on his shoulder.
Adam was supposed to be coming over to watch a movie or two. Could be fun. Could make a friend.