The number of answers is not endless.
They are all to the point. Ranging.
Serious to not as serious.


Edward's lips shifted, another smile, but darker, indolently knowing, though as he watched Carlisle's lips moving, the image and the sensation of them brushing against the skin of his finger, where he gave no thought or shift as though he even considered moving away. And where he stared for a good half second, before dragging his gaze back to Carlisle's eyes.

The quiet has absolutely nothing to do with quiet.

"You are still too far away, Carlisle."