Mundane Monday #33

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"If only Simon were here. He could probably bore you to sleep."

Clary was in no mood to defend Simon. Instead she sat down on the bed, picking up her sketchbook. "I don't usually let people look at this."

"Why not?" Jace looked tousled, as if he'd been asleep himself. "You're a pretty good artist. Sometimes even excellent."

"Well, because-it's like a diary. Except I don't think in words, I think in pictures, so it's all drawings. But it's still private." She wondered if she sounded as crazy as she suspected.

Jace looked wounded. "A diary with no drawing of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance novel covers? The-"

"Do all the girls you meet fall in love with you?" Clary asked quietly.

The question seemed to deflate him, like a pin popping a balloon. "It's not love," he said, after a pause. "At least-"

"You could try not being charming all the time," Clary said. "It might be a relief for everyone."

....."If you're really tried, I could put you to sleep," he said. "Tell you a bedtime story."

She looked at him. "Are you serious?"

"I'm always serious."

-City of Bones, Clary & Jace, pages 204-205