"I can remain weak willed and nauseous for days. No one would be surprised at my lack of fortitude."

Before there can be a response to that, to his voice mingling attempt and comment, Edward kissed Carlisle again. Light, but for the necessity of the touch again.

Punctuations on blankness and blackness, on Carlisle's commentary continuing to play through his mind. "There is nothing else in my world."