"That's an understatement," Edward smirked, his voice muffled by his hands. "And Beatrice can talk about him if you wish; I'd rather not share."
"If it is, we've got a more intense conversation to have soon," Edward snapped toward Michael, and then rested his head on his knees again, his head still aching from last night.
Edward smiled lightly, giving Carl a wink. "He's right, you know," he said to Beatrice, inclining his head toward the friar. "We both trust Lestat, so they'll be back soon."
"It was planned for just the night, when we didn't know if she would hurt herself or people around her," Edward tried to reassure Beatrice. "She will be back soon, don't worry. And you," he added, turning his head to look at Michael. "You really need to stop your trains of thought if you don't want me to hurt you."
"No," Edward said to Beatrice. "It was just implied that she would come back when she felt it would be safe for us all."
"True," Edward nodded in agreement, raising his head. "I told you we all had similar goals."
"Yes," Edward said, both at Beatrice and Michael. "But the sun is rising... hopefully they'll all be back soon."
Just wait for the hunter and the other vampire, Edward snapped at Michael, getting a little fustrated. "My friend Lestat got me the shirt," he spoke aloud to Carl. "He stole it, I'm sure."
Isn't he? Useful, though, Edward said to Michael quickly. "I don't know," he spoke to Beatrice. "I think that's how he always is."
Edward growled once more, holding his head between his hands, his eyes down on his boots. "Bee," he began quietly. "Do you know where Van Helsing put my shirt?"
"You don't know her," Edward began. "You don't know anything and you're lecturing about relationships now?"
"Yes, I'm sure she knows her feelings even if she doesn't vocalize them," Edward replied. "And Carl is human... why do you care to ask?"
"I told you that she's sensitive," Edward repeated a little immpatiently. "I don't want to upset her by mentioning her feelings about him."
"Nothing," Edward sighed, giving her a smile. "Go check on Carl if you wish."
Edward shrugged. "It's up to you," he spoke aloud, and then looked to Michael. Don't even mention it aloud, he sent angrily.
"I really don't know what Jinx sees in him," Edward grumbled, going over to sit on the nearest bed. "And I'm guessing Carl's asleep in the other room."
"I don't know," Edward sighed, ignoring Michael. "It's very hard to tell with him."
"Let them be," Edward said as they reached the room he had the key for. "Maybe if they come back on good terms, she can help him understand... this one," he finished, gesturing at Michael. "And there are six of us," he added.
"It's okay," Edward sighed as they reached the inn. "You know," he added. "I think the others are still in the woods now anyway."
Edward swallowed another growl, though he was sure they could both hear the low, meancing rumble in his chest. "Please don't speak about her in front of him until I say so, Bee," he muttered softly, trying to be kind.
