[Unfortunately Edward had gone to his room first- he'd mistakenly thought it was Sigmund's, and had stood outside knocking for a while before peering in and confusing the hell out of himself. Something was definitely wrong with his head- and with his room, on top of that. Someone had been sleeping there while he was gone? His guess would have been Katie if not for the blood... and it bothers him to think of what that means. He hadn't given himself time to dwell on it though; he'd found Sigmund's real room after, and at the invitation - well, permission, anyway - he steps inside, closing the door behind himself and lingering by it.
...Well. He's in one piece, at least. Aside from that, Edward can't tell.]
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Date: 2010-09-07 11:49 pm (UTC)...Well. He's in one piece, at least. Aside from that, Edward can't tell.]
My lord... I'm sorry for what happened.