Jace considered the idea of labels. Gay. Bisexual. Straight. Shadowhunter. Mundane. Downworlder. Like boxes. He'd lived in a confined space of limits and expectations, like Alec. Their potential to be anything else suffocated almost to death.

He knew Valentine would beat him bloody if he knew.

Everyone expected him to be exactly what they expected and anything else was an impossibility. His value established when he held his first seraph blade.

But Alec had looked at him differently.

"Do you...believe a person can change so much...they..." Jace licked his lips and wished he had something to drink. "You see. It wouldn't work, you being a Mundane, because we never would have met and then neither of us would be who we are today. Gay and....bisexual?"

Shit.

"If you buy a set of drums I'm moving to another building." He teased, picking a random melody to play to keep his shaking fingers busy. "Are you and Magnus thinking of adopting?"

That would actually be pretty awesome. Uncle Jace. But he wanted to be a father more than anything. Maybe for all the wrong reasons. To prove he could be a good father, better than his own.