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[themidnightson]

He walks for a long time, in what might as well just be a very large circle. He stops places, but mostly he walks. It's been ages (almost two weeks) since he was running an extended distance. There is nowhere to go. There is nothing to find. This is home.

It's making him stir crazy, along with the symphony of voices and memories.









Eventually, he returns to the house.

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[themidnightson]

Edward straightened the cuffs of his shirt, only lingering a briefly longer second on the right, before his hands ended up in his pockets and he was looking at the room around them.

He hasn't tried sitting through anything since that piano recital. But if Esme really did want to go, and she seemed interested enough...

"I'll go get more boxes."