Anatomy ends and he misses it, ten seconds twenty seconds thirty, until a hurrying briefcase hits his shoulder and he's ignoring, with a half frown half sneer, the apologies of a peer who doesn't matter at all.

Everything seems to gather in his hands without trying, without noticing. He's trying to hear but they are so far away and he doesn't know who the other person is -- the other person who's speech is in Carlisle's head; talking about what? Why would that cause Carlisle stress?

He can't get closer. Carlisle's words keep him shackled to this being as close as he could should if he's listening. He walked toward the front of his building, looking toward the overcast sky, trying to read the Carlisle's reasoning and the person Carlisle was interacting with, trying not to obliterate the days props in his hands.