"Everyone is fine."

Behind his curtain: You're still here. You still die. How awful of me.

Still against Edward's shoulder and facing away from what Carlisle expects to be a very shocked expression, he steadies his breathing but sounds even firmer for it. "I can't -- "

Say it out loud, Carlisle.

It's close enough.

"You are so...important." Carlisle pulls back finally, hands moving to each of Edward's shoulders. "I can't even explain myself."