Edward nodded. He's not sad for that. Carlisle started on finding his center, who he is -- who he will be. The person that finds him, eventually. Who...saves him, damns him, forgives him, remakes him a million times over in his image.

The person who gave them all an (almost) unconditional home.
Still he can't help some solemnity that surges. The doubt.

He's had too many decades not showing his real reaction.
The pleasant expression softens, but stays. Mostly.


"Where are you now?"