[that...honestly startles him a bit. he wasn't even really thinking about that. His mother and/or father used to greet him whenever he got home and having Edward do it, it's...it makes something squeeze in his chest. Both glad of it, grateful, but also nostalgic and sad. He didn't realize how much he's missed not having someone around to greet him when he gets home. It's such a simple thing, and yet....
he swallows against it, focusing on putting the groceries away]
...thank you. [it wobbles a little, and he clears his throat]
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he swallows against it, focusing on putting the groceries away]
...thank you. [it wobbles a little, and he clears his throat]
How was your day?