Edward considered the words. His lips tugged oddly crooked without it nearing a smile. It's fond and wry and even a little distant at some edges, but it's not a smile. Some odd stray reaction between Carlisle word's and Edward's memories.

"I'm not that young anymore."

He's gotten opinionated with time.

And he keeps saying he's not the same person as Carlisle at home.
"And you already stopped listening to what you shouldn't do here."