Edward stood up, only to stop when it would require the release of Carlisle's hand. The movement of hundredth of a second, came more like instinct than choice, reaching out to touch Carlisle's hair and his temple.

If there were words with it they never happened.

It was simple, direct still, at getting directive. "Of course." Which got added between to door opening and closing, "Only a few minutes."

Which was the truth of it, too. It was more than easy to get himself out of it. He could pull of looking horrendously dragged under by the surgery, and he could say Carlisle had found him and was taking him back home. It was all believable. They nurse staff had seen enough reason to believe both ends of it.