But They Love Each Other.

Comforting Someone When They Were Stricken With Loss Was Something Else. It Meant Commitment. It Meant Caring. It Meant You Wanted To Ease Their Pain, And At The Same Time You Were Thanking God That Whatever The Bad Thing Was That Had Happened, It Hadn't Happened To Them.

Her Hair Was A Damp Mass Of Curls At The Back Of Her Neck, And Will Looked Away From Her Before He Could Remember What It Felt Like To Put His Hands Through That Hair And Feel The Strands Wind About His Fingers. It Was Easier At The Institute, With Jem And The Others To Distract Him, To Remember That Tessa Was Not His To Recall That Way. Here, Feeling As If He Were Facing The World With Her By His Side--feeling That She Was Here For Him Instead Of, Quite Sensibly, For The Health Of Her Own Fiance--it Was Nearly Impossible.

I Think I Like ‘mundane’ Better Than ‘bloodsucker,’” Simon Muttered. “with Jace, You Don’t Really Get To Choose Your Insulting Nickname.” -simon And Clary, Pg.234-

I've Never Asked Him But I'm Sure He Has A Fairly Stringent Policy About Random Teenagers Lurking In His Strubbery

Inanimate Objects Are Harmless Indeed, Mr. Mortmain. But One Cannot Always Say The Same Of The Men Who Use Them.