Her story stacked up against everyone else's: an accident, amnesia, a new house, a new life. Although he knew playing into the falsehoods made it harder to extricate himself like a fly caught in a sticky web of emotions that felt too big to contain, he had to feel badly for Clary. She might be like him and have no one. And here she was, looking at him like he was one of her only friends in the world.

Ironic. He didn't think he could ever relate with a civilian.

Jack followed her lead and laughed at her joke, feigning a humor he didn't really feel. "You should come over to my place if you need a place to hole up," he suggested, surprising a part of him with the offer. "Rambling around in a house by yourself sounds super depressing."