Baz, then. Isabelle looks at the door, considers opening it, and decides against it. She's still in her pyjamas and her hair is a mess. She's not wearing any makeup and she's sure her face is tear-stained and horrible besides, so there's no way Baz is seeing her like this. There's no way anyone is seeing her like this, not until she can collect herself and paint herself up like nothing is wrong.
She hunches down in her covers and refuses to open the door. Baz is stubborn and there's a good chance he'll come in anyway, but she's not going to make it that easy for him. It was like this back home, too, after she found out, and she remembers that now. Remembers everything that she should have known from the start, the secrets upon secrets that Magnus has kept from her for over a year. She doesn't know how he managed to hold it in, how he managed to laugh with her and smile and continue to live their lives when Max's ended so abruptly.
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She hunches down in her covers and refuses to open the door. Baz is stubborn and there's a good chance he'll come in anyway, but she's not going to make it that easy for him. It was like this back home, too, after she found out, and she remembers that now. Remembers everything that she should have known from the start, the secrets upon secrets that Magnus has kept from her for over a year. She doesn't know how he managed to hold it in, how he managed to laugh with her and smile and continue to live their lives when Max's ended so abruptly.