On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

"Like, if we all woke up back where we came from tomorrow morning," Magnus says, and pulls an enormous face -- that sounds like a freaking nightmare. "I don't think I'd try busting the personal space bubble with any of my friends there. Except Alex, who doesn't count, because I also want to jump his bones. Maybe Blitz? But only if I was feeling really bad. ...I'd probably want to with Sam, but I couldn't 'cause of her religion. Wait. Does this make it sound like it's about them?" He pauses, frowning, and scratches his head. "I don't mean for it to. It's more, like, the person I am when I'm with them."