When Magnus starts to pull away, he almost doesn't let him go... but good sense does manage to win out and Alec unclenches his fingers from the back of his jacket, only for them to migrate to his lapels instead and hang on there. After a moment of eye contact, his eyelids flutter closed as he takes in the warmth of Magnus' hands on his face, the emotion in his voice, even if the words aren't the most comforting.

Is it silly that he misses Magnus in retrospect now? Probably. (Definitely.) He can't help but think of all the meals they didn't share, the talks in bed they didn't have, the missed chances to offer him a shoulder to lean on in his moments of need. "Okay," he murmurs, finally opening his eyes again to dart around Magnus' face and make sure he's not just putting on a brave show for Alec's sake. What he finds there reassures him enough that the corner of his mouth carefully ticks up at the corner, not quite a smile but certainly not his default scowl. "I love you," he tacks on for good measure, and just because he likes saying it. He'll have to find a sufficient way to thank the people that helped his fiancé while he wasn't around, and—

—Is that... knocking?

Alec's attention jerks suddenly to the door, warded shut as it is, where the knocking only gets more insistent. Has ten minutes passed already? Apparently! "Hey!" Comes a disgruntled, huffing voice from outside. "This is my kitchen, let me in!"