[Carlisle can tell as he opens the door and gets a look at her; given what she said happened, he is not surprised. He's not exactly in fantastic shape himself, his fatigue evident in the absolute colorlessness of his skin, the dark circles around his own eyes, the constant furrow of his brow. Even the sweater he's wearing is wrinkled, a surefire sign he is not at his best.
But who is, in these times? He steps aside to let her in. Despite his weariness, he remembered his manners, as well -- there's a teapot on the coffee table, as well as two cups.]
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Date: 2017-02-12 11:50 pm (UTC)But who is, in these times? He steps aside to let her in. Despite his weariness, he remembered his manners, as well -- there's a teapot on the coffee table, as well as two cups.]