He makes it the one step. Without releasing the hand.



His thoughts don't make coherent lines even.




He doesn't sigh. He doesn't want to pretend that much.



His eyes end up at his hand on Carlisle's, not even clear enough to stay on whether he should let go. "You can." Isn't broken. Isn't soft or loud. And has nothing to do with his most recent question, but with the statement that stuck, and is far too close into you will.