Carlisle has been trying not to hover.
It's been a month, and a month is absolutely a split second in time to Carlisle when he considers how much his long life has changed in that time. There is someone else here now - red eyes that do not regard him with utter disdain.
(Yet? Carlisle tries to stifle with a modicum of success
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Focus and want slide into and out of each other.
Fascination for this moment belongs to oddly enough a sunbeam.
Well. Not the sunbeam concisely. The particles in the air illuminated by it.
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(It's not that he can't see the flecks of dust floating in the air, but...well. It's been a while since he's thought that was particularly interesting to watch.)
"May I ask what you are thinking about?"
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"Prisms." He sounds almost uncertain, half tilting his head as though he'd started to duck it and forgotten before getting there. There hadn't been so much defined thought in it.
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An attempt at some kind of smile that didn't hopefully look too severe.
"Sorry for interrupting."
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The book is still in his hands, still open even, and he's laying on the ground, but when his eyes looked to the ceiling, he asked, amid the line still reading out in his mind. "Will it always be like this?"
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The answer is certain and definite and backed by hundreds of years of experience.
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"Then?"
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