"Good idea," Edward yawned. "I don't know if I'll be able to, but..." He faded off, turning his head to look out the window. "Looks like we talked the night away," he sighed, nodding at the lightening sky.
"Sorry," Edward replied. "It's something I want but something I'm worried to death about at the same time... does that make sense?"
"When the sun goes down again," Edward added with a nod toward the lightening sky, "everything will be better... if we both make it."
"No," Edward sighed, shutting his eyes. "After tomorrow night everything will be better; then I can sleep."
"Oh, I'm exhausted," Edward laughed with a smile. "But there's no way I can sleep."
"Maybe sleeping will make you feel better, at least," Edward sighed under his breath, shutting his eyes. "Even though I doubt I will."
"It won't be," Edward said with a small, sad smile. "But I know I can do it, so you don't need to worry about things that aren't necessary."
"No one is going to hurt you," Edward promised quietly, moving toward her and wrapping an arm around her waist. "That's something that you don't need to worry about."
"It's okay," Edward insisted, stretching his back against the matress of the bed, glad to feel that all the recent wounds there had finally healed. "That Anna woman won't harm you, and no one else in our company would think less of you for something you can't control... even Van Helsing, I think."
"Self-control is hard to learn," Edward began kindly. "No one expects you to have it mastered fully, especially overnight."
OOC: no, go bee!!! BIC: "Sorry for what?" Edward asked. "Nothing is your fault."
"No," Edward sighed, holding his head in his hands. "Changing bothered me tonight; I don't know why, but I still feel unnecessarily angry."
Edward smiled a little. "Yes," he replied. "But it's getting better... it will be better; you'll see."
"Hmm," Edward nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean."
"It's odd," Edward began, letting his eyes wander around the room. "Odd how we're all here... it sounds wierd, but think about it. Is this where you thought you would be two months ago?"
Edward frowned, but nodded his head. "Maybe a little," he replied. "But you both will not have anything in common soon; I'll see to that."
"Hey," Edward sighed, reaching over to touch her shoulder. "It's okay... I think Bee can take care of herself; it's just Michael that I don't trust."
"I know," Edward sighed, leaning his head back on the pillows of the bed. "I just think that Monsieur de Lioncourt is not the best role model for her... but I'm coming to realize that's all she has now."
"She has you," Edward began, sitting on the bed in the middle of the room. "And Jinx, I guess... but you two don't seem to talk very well lately."
"I know," Edward sighed, opening the door to the room and moving over for her to enter before him. "Just worried about her, that's all."
