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I'd like to speak with you first. Later on.
He'd said words, and Edward had given a ghost of agreement.
If it could be called an agreement to just meet Carlisle's eyes. Meet that face that looked and felt right. That wasn't spiked vitriol and malice. Before he'd faded from the room. He didn't even balk at where his feet took him. Jasper retreated after his own. Alice collapsed into Carlisle and Esme, into the riot of emotion Edward understood well.
She sees his departure before he does, before she's even curled into them. But she won't tell. There are greater things of importance to her bearings right now. The endangerment and the terror of nearly having nearly lost her parent (again). She needs them now, needs Carlisle.
Edward,
when the closet door opens and Front Door closes,
doesn't know or want to know
or care what he needs.
There's the breath of a pause, barely half of a second, long enough and too long all at once, before he strides toward a corner booth. The look he gives the already trembling wait rat gives it the permission to scamper away orderless in terror. He frowned at himself, at his own reaction, and rubbed his forehead.
His fingers slid down to pinch the bridge of his nose and he closed his eyes.
He didn't need to see anyone to know where they were anyway.
He'd said words, and Edward had given a ghost of agreement.
If it could be called an agreement to just meet Carlisle's eyes. Meet that face that looked and felt right. That wasn't spiked vitriol and malice. Before he'd faded from the room. He didn't even balk at where his feet took him. Jasper retreated after his own. Alice collapsed into Carlisle and Esme, into the riot of emotion Edward understood well.
She sees his departure before he does, before she's even curled into them. But she won't tell. There are greater things of importance to her bearings right now. The endangerment and the terror of nearly having nearly lost her parent (again). She needs them now, needs Carlisle.
Edward,
when the closet door opens and Front Door closes,
doesn't know or want to know
or care what he needs.
There's the breath of a pause, barely half of a second, long enough and too long all at once, before he strides toward a corner booth. The look he gives the already trembling wait rat gives it the permission to scamper away orderless in terror. He frowned at himself, at his own reaction, and rubbed his forehead.
His fingers slid down to pinch the bridge of his nose and he closed his eyes.
He didn't need to see anyone to know where they were anyway.