Edward hums awkwardly as you mutter gently under your breath, nibbling your nails as you read. His head tilt slightly as he watches you curiously, his own job of pruning his plants long forgotten as his doe brown eyes watches your face quietly.

You visited him every now and again in his castle. You bring him food and water, some books he can read(before he accidentally rips them to shreds) and just anything you can to make your friends life a bit more entertaining. He’s grateful for you.

He stares silently moments longer before he nimbly walks over to you, his gaze not faltering. Reaching out shakily and using the blunt side of his scissors to lower your hand from your mouth. His bladder hands gently as they trail up from your hand to you jaw and tucking your hair behind your ear.