"I told Galahad that I feel beautiful when Alex is looking at me," Magnus offers, in case that helps. "When we go on dates I don't really dress up that much. Sorry, dude, but I'm usually like, 'here's some pants that aren't ripped up or an offensive color or stained, and here's a decent t-shirt and a clean hoodie,' and if I'm lucky they don't clash with Alex's color palette and superior fashion sense. But I focus more on the kind of stuff that I know he likes. Cherry soda. Camping. Opportunities to shapeshift. Cutting my hair. Art. Teasing me. And then he'll hold my hand, and I'll feel..."

He trails off, hands falling limp in his lap, too, as he thinks about how Alex makes him feel, and how much he misses her.