She's not the only one with that thought process either.
"I could bite off my own hand, too."
"You will have to live with your actions, Edward. You're going to be in touch with more of these people throughout your enrollment." Esme reached out to smooth back a section of his bright, unruly hair, making it as little apparent as she could noticing that he still stood stock still, like a statue, when she attempt any sort of contact.
Even the person he'd so recently self appointed as his mother. He managed as long as he could before pulling away.
"Oh, no, a double-faced debutant and her friends might not like me, or pay attention to me." Edward gave a withering look to Esme that meant no insult to her, so much as the topic. Not having attention was better for them. Even if he understood he was causing more attention to be drawn to them by this, too.
He glanced away, saying hollowly. "I've done worse."
"Not recently." Her voice was soft, but firm, when her thoughts demanded he look back. Even as he opened his mouth, her thoughts as well as her look balked at him even trying to count that as close now. And she said it sternly, again, over-riding whatever he might have said. "Not recently."
Edward settled for keeping his thoughts to himself. Following right on that with having to give her a faintly apologetic glance when he flinched before her fingers could even rest on his arm. Only at the thought that decided to do so touching his mind. That one didn't have words either. But it didn't need it.
"If you won't consider this, perhaps, you'll come back inside and help me save Carlisle from his newest long conversation on how he likes the weather in New York?"
Edward hesitated, as though only then seeming to relocate the only other voice he never stopped listening to, that had never stopped worrying over him as well, and then he nodded.
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Date: 2010-09-24 06:59 pm (UTC)"I could bite off my own hand, too."
"You will have to live with your actions, Edward. You're going to be in touch with more of these people throughout your enrollment." Esme reached out to smooth back a section of his bright, unruly hair, making it as little apparent as she could noticing that he still stood stock still, like a statue, when she attempt any sort of contact.
Even the person he'd so recently self appointed as his mother.
He managed as long as he could before pulling away.
"Oh, no, a double-faced debutant and her friends might not like me, or pay attention to me." Edward gave a withering look to Esme that meant no insult to her, so much as the topic. Not having attention was better for them. Even if he understood he was causing more attention to be drawn to them by this, too.
He glanced away, saying hollowly. "I've done worse."
"Not recently." Her voice was soft, but firm, when her thoughts demanded he look back. Even as he opened his mouth, her thoughts as well as her look balked at him even trying to count that as close now. And she said it sternly, again, over-riding whatever he might have said. "Not recently."
Edward settled for keeping his thoughts to himself. Following right on that with having to give her a faintly apologetic glance when he flinched before her fingers could even rest on his arm. Only at the thought that decided to do so touching his mind. That one didn't have words either. But it didn't need it.
"If you won't consider this, perhaps, you'll come back inside and help me save Carlisle from his newest long conversation on how he likes the weather in New York?"
Edward hesitated, as though only then seeming to relocate the only other voice he never stopped listening to, that had never stopped worrying over him as well, and then he nodded.