Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare is not me. Just as I am not her. Therefore, I can not take credit for the amazingly wonderful characters.

I looked at Simon, and felt a pang of sadness. He was so sad lately. And I knew it was because of me. I was torturing him, but I couldn't stop. I loved Jace. "Simon, are you okay?" I asked, knowing he'd just smile and nod.

As expected, he faked a smile and replied, "Yeah, I'm fine."

I sighed. "Jace, Isabelle, Alec, could you guys give us a minute?" Alec gave me an confused look, Isabelle an understanding one, and Jace's look was somewhere between the two. But they left. "I'm sorry, Simon."

He looked up at me. "No, you aren't."

"I am. I hate seeing you like this."

"You can't help it, though."

"I wish I could."

He let out a breath. Not , obviously, because he'd been holding it, but out of habit. "I know." Anyone else wouldn't have believed me. But Simon knew me enough to tell if I meant something just by the tone of my voice, or by the look in my eyes. "You can't help who you love."

I ducked my head. "I just wish it didn't hurt you so much."

"I do too."

I looked up, giving him a sad smile. "I don't know how you do it. I could never watch Jace…" I trailed off, thinking I was making matters worse.

"I don't know. I guess just knowing you're still there, even though, helps a lot."

"I am, you know. Still here."

"Yeah. I know." He smiled at me, a sad but honest smile. Which was the best look he'd given me in weeks.

I just wanted to post this because the last Simon/Clary fic anyone posted was quite a while ago. But how was it? Any good? Review, if you please.