no subject

( it isn't difficult for her to assess that his own wish may not be as easily told, and while she hadn't intended on opening up about exactly why she'd come to the city, not at least to anyone other than clary or jace, he'd nestled himself an exception. she's still trying to decipher it, what it is about him that makes him so different, holds him out above the rest, enables him that ability to let her relax; but for right now, she doesn't want to question it. she just wants to feel it. )

Of course.

( it's quieter, up here. nothing but the music on his dash and the hum of the road, engine doubling over the sound anytime he switches gears. her features have softened once more, lying her head back against the rest, temple just as it's edge as she takes him in. ) When you're comfortable telling me.

I'm all ears.