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[iwouldfollowyou]

He hasn't cooled by the time he makes it home.

The school bag is thrown against a wall, short of dent making.

And he strides through the foyer to the livingroom, fingers locked into his hair.

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[teachyouwhoiam]

Edward's always been faster than Carlisle - the blond makes it home in about another half an hour.

"Edward?" Carlisle calls into the house needlessly. He knows that Edward is here, but it announces Carlisle's presence. (He didn't know if Edward had expected Carlisle to follow.)

[iwouldfollowyou]

As though it hadn't been announced before the words sounded.

(As though it wasn't his house to come to at the end of the day anyway.)

The house's eerie quiet the only rejoinder that sounds.

[teachyouwhoiam]

Nearly defiant: If you're embarrassed, remind me to tell you of the first time I actually tried to go on anything resembling general rounds.

[iwouldfollowyou]

There's something belligerently evocative of a sigh, but it's too sharp. As though a such a small inhale between teeth could contain such tension. But it comes from the opposite side of the house.

From a bedroom, sans a bed, that is usually ignored for lower rooms.

His...but never quite necessary for anything of his to be in.