His hand was warm and calloused against Thomas’s, and Thomas remembered the feel of Alastair’s fingers on the inside of his arm and tried not to change expression. They shook. Alastair had not asked Thomas about his friends or his family. Thomas hadn’t asked Alastair, either. For these days it had been as though nobody else existed in the entire world. “Well,” Thomas said. “Goodbye, Carstairs.” “Goodbye, Lightwood. Try not to get any taller. You’re starting to be off-putting in the other direction.” Thomas watched Alastair walk away and waited for him to turn around one last time, but Alastair
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I can tell their love story is going to pain me
