The Beginnings of a Passion. Another One, Anyway.

[teachyouwhoiam]

Carlisle is starting to see patients tomorrow morning.

Which means:

Edward, are you coming or what?

The both of them have places to be.

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[iwouldfollowyou]

"Shoes."

Which he's tying.

One would think faster.

[teachyouwhoiam]

He's doing this just to play at Carlisle's patience.

Carlisle is two seconds away from tapping his foot, but it's not terribly meaningful in its irritation.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Which is why there is a snort, against the shuffle of fabric.

"So much for 'Edward, you should learn to go slow.'"

[teachyouwhoiam]

"That's for sex and schoolwork come on."

Carlisle's already out the door with a smile on his face. It won't be that far of a walk to their destination.

[iwouldfollowyou]

"School work--" Edward said, finally exiting the door.
"--does not require it."

Especially if anyone around was also doing it.

[teachyouwhoiam]

Carlisle throws a hand up idly to shove at Edward's shoulder, but keeps walking.

A car. They're off to buy a car. Carlisle certainly knows about them, but he's never bought one and kept it for himself before. All the gears and engines and cranking - it never seemed necessary before.

His life certainly has become more complex in the past years.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward dodged with a laugh, running his fingers through his hair and letting his hand drag down to cup around the side of his neck.

"You are excited."

It would sound like an accusation.
Except for the level of amusement under it.

[teachyouwhoiam]

"I am. There is a particular model I've been interested in for some time, but I never managed to justify the purchase to myself before. I just hope they have it here."

It's been marketed as the Silver Ghost.

It just looks...neat.

[iwouldfollowyou]

It does look interesting, for as much as Carlisle has been thinking about the possibility and the appearance of it. Edward let him, because it would continue.

And because it did seem rather beautiful an object.

"It isn't as thought we've acquired much."

In this state. In this city. In this country.

[teachyouwhoiam]

"It feels like we have, sometimes - I don't know how much you recall from where I had been in Chicago..."

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward glanced over, not quite certain.

"The apartment?"

The one he was in for a few minutes of his new life.

[teachyouwhoiam]

Carlisle nods, recreating the location in his mind. The use of books as a side table for nothing next to a chair he absconded with from an unguarded dumpster.

"The way we live now is definitely an improvement."

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward would not call it a place of mutual living.
He'd died there. Not that he felt much about that.

He has memories of himself dying, through the filter of Carlisle's tumult of a million ever changing emotions.

"You had the storage still then."

But it was posed more as a reminder, or a question.

[teachyouwhoiam]

Another shrug. Edward's statement is true, but there's not much to add to it.

The car dealership is coming up in another block or so and there's hardly anyone out. Carlisle's fingers brush along Edward's elbow for a mild contact instead of just thinking about the want of doing it.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward strayed a step toward him, easily in the cadence of normal walking, so that they brushed closer for two or three steps, but without any overt reaching out.

Uncertain thoughts lingered on the point.

And things he hadn't mentioned, not important yet.

[teachyouwhoiam]

Time for the show.

Rolls-Royce is a higher-end line of automobiles; the dealer is plenty excited to see the town's newest physician walk in with a definite and palpable interest in one of the models.

Carlisle looks like a child about to rot his teeth on sweets, even as he maintains his usual calm tone with the proprietor.

"I know what model I'd like to see, if possible."