"It sure sounds like you want to talk," he snarked before he realized that was a bad idea. He wasn't talking to someone he was close to that knew to let those kinds of comments slide. "For the past few days you could barely looked at me and then suddenly you're - I don't know what you were doing."

Touching him, obviously, but people didn't touch him. Not unless they were family. Most beings stayed away from him.

"I thought maybe talking meant you had some things to deal with like I did when I realized I was gay." By the Angel, why was he getting in trouble for being nice. It reminded him of how Clary snapped at him. Why were Mundanes so frustrating? "I didn't say I wanted anything more." Standing up, he began to pace, rubbing the heel of his hand. "I was trying to figure out what you wanted. Clary and Simon talk in some kind of weird, Mundane code. Isn't that normal?"