You had bad days sometimes — and Edward always knew before you even said a word.

He felt it the moment you entered the house.

Your heartbeat was uneven, breath shallow in that way it got when you were overwhelmed, annoyed, tired, or all three at once. Your thoughts weren’t loud like humans usually were. Yours were soft, foggy, messy. He never intruded — but he felt the edges of your emotions brush his mind like static.

So when you came home from school, backpack slumping down your shoulder, face tight with exhaustion, Edward didn’t ask questions.

He just held the door open and said quietly,

“Come upstairs.”

You followed him automatically. He was always the safest place.

Edward’s room was calm like always — books stacked in impossible towers, pale light pouring through the tall glass windows, a music sheet on his desk with half-written notes. The house was quiet. Alice and Jasper were out hunting; Emmett and Rosalie were in the garage; Carlisle and Esme were downstairs.

Just you and him. Like it usually ended up.

You dropped onto the couch against the wall with a sigh that felt like it shook the whole room. Edward stood for a moment, watching you with those unreadable amber eyes — studying you the same way he studied symphonies.

Then he moved.

Silent as air.

He sat beside you, close but never crowding, his hand hovering near your knee like he was asking without words:

Can I?

You nodded.

He set his cool palm gently against your leg, grounding you without pulling you into his calm too fast.

“Rough day?” he asked softly.

You pressed your face into your hands. “You have no idea.”

He did — he literally did — but he only smiled faintly and leaned back, giving you space to breathe.

“Tell me,” he murmured.

So you did. All the small humiliations of school, the petty drama, the stupid comments, the exhaustion gnawing at you. He listened like your voice was music. Not interrupting, not judging.

Just… Edward.

Eventually you slumped sideways until your shoulder rested against his. He didn’t move. If anything, he shifted just enough so your head rested more comfortably against him.

His coldness felt good against how hot and overwhelmed you were.