It's all there. Even with the things he needs to relay.

He can see himself, when the door floods open, surprise and relief around the serious edges. Then it's gone, instantly, and he catches the shift of his expression layered over Carlisle's as it dwindles fast into sephia and then deepening shadows.

Edward growled, low and sharp and far from human, with the glass door still swinging closed just behind him. Someone was there, playing games with them.