"You wouldn't fade," he asserted, confident that Alec would continue on even without him. Though he didn't want to think about being separated from Alec, Magnus hoped that if that time ever came, they would both be strong enough on their own to live independently. Not that Magnus would allow that to happen; he'd put up a fight for their love, even if it were Alec trying to end things. "You're strong, Alexander, and you don't need me to keep that strength."

Frowning softly, Magnus turned the ring on his finger as he thought about the significance it carried. Though he'd given Alec one of his rings, nothing Magnus owned carried the same weight as a Shadowhunter's family ring, nor the runes they were supposed to brand into their skin to forever bind their souls together. "Warlocks don't have anything like that," he said, remembering the words even as he spoke them. For all of the gifts he'd given Alec and places they'd shared together, there was no single item that Magnus could give him to signify the depth of the love he held for him.

His hand clenched against Alec's shirt where it rested over his heart, and he took a moment before looking back up at him. "Is it alright if we go home?" he asked, feeling guilty for the desire since they had been enjoying a night out together. But he couldn't stop thinking about the ring and the runes, two things that held such immense weight for Nephilim that Magnus couldn't share with Alec. "I want to be alone with you."