"And it would be unfair of me to say something along the lines of 'whatever place you wish to make for yourself', I imagine."

Carlisle's hand reaches towards his face, rubbing at one eye as though a speck of dust had ingratiated itself there. He stops so that the heel of his hand can support his chin, elbow against the armrest.

"There is nothing I wouldn't make sure you had if it was in my power to give you," he starts haltingly. He's never had to explain this aloud before. Edward always knew.