Magnus, you should have just called Alec...

The words that actually came out of Alec's moth were quite different- and sounded petulant, even to his own ears. "You never called me back," he said. "I called you so many times and you never called me back." 

Magnus looked at Alec as if he'd lost his mind. "Your city is under attack," he said. "The wards have broken, and the streets are full of demons. And you want to know why I haven't called you?" 

Alec set his jaw in a stubborn line. "I want to know why you haven't called me back." 

Magnus threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of utter exasperation. Alec noted with interest that when he did it, a few sparks escaped from his fingertips, like fireflies escaping from a jar. "You're an idiot."

"Is that why you didn't call me? Because I'm an idiot?"

"No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. Im tired of watching you be in love with someone else- someone who will never love you back. Not the way I do."

"You love me?"

"You stupid Nephilim"