He still has some friends. He feels like it's hard for him to connect with actual people both because he's a little prickly and also because a lot of the time, he just hates regular people. Magnus had been different.

He's still got others, but they don't feel as good. Instead of talking about that, he leans in and pins Alex to the blanket for another round of kisses, straddling him while keeping as decent as he can. "I don't wanna," he admits, mumbling the words, "it just feels so hard."