Edward would hazard saying he actually likes this shirt and the black jeans. Even if Alice is his own personal adorable fashion pest and he'd never tell her. And he almost said so to Carlisle, except he's pretty sure he likes this far more than he's ever liked his jeans.

He could always buy another pair of them. From the bar even.


It's easy not to really care, when things fall away. When the only thing before him, physically and, all but, mentally, is Carlisle. When he can stop trying to restrain himself. For all the good that did earlier. At least here he doesn't have to or want to.