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It Made Him Feel Indispensable And Needed - Even If The Fact That Jocelyn Didn't Appear To Care Wheather He Slept In Her Daughter's Bed Or Not Did Underscore That Clary's Mother Apparently Regarded Him As About Sexually Threatening As A Goldfish.

Part Of Clary Wanted To Lean Sideways And Put Her Head On Her Mother’s Shoulder. She Could Even Close Her Eyes, Pretend Everything Was All Right. The Other Part Of Her Knew That It Wouldn’t Make A Difference; She Couldn’t Keep Her Eyes Closed Forever.

She Looked Up At Him With A Smile. The Smile Broke What Was Left Of His Resistance - Shattered It. He Had Let The Walls Down When He'd Thought She Was Gone, And There Was No Time To Build Them Back Up. Helplessly He Pulled Her Against Him. For A Moment She Clung To Him Tightly, Warm And Alive In His Arms. Her Hair Brushed His Cheek. The Color Had Come Back Into The World; He Could Breathe Again, And For That Moment He Breathed Her In - She Smelled Of Salt, Blood, Tears, And Tessa.

Nothing Is Permanent," Magnus Said. "i Know This From Experience. But You Can Get New Things. You Can Meet New People. You Can Go On.

Only Jace, Clary Thought, Could Look Cool In Pajama Bottoms And An Old T-shirt, But He Pulled It Off, Probably Through Sheer Force Of Will. -pg. 329-