All that matters is Alec, playful Alec, looking at him to check if he’s smiling too, if he’s laughing too. All that matters is the joy on this perfect face, the ridicule of it all; Alec is comfortable and when he’s comfortable, he blossoms into a star Magnus would be glad to live under for the rest of his life. There is little he could think of, even less he could say; all he knows is that he’ll marry this man one day.