[There's a tilt to his head that could look like a drunk lean, but the sharpness to his gaze, the way one corner of his mouth lifts in a self-deprecating smirk says that he's more sober than anything.] Not giving up, mate. Pushing it back until the time's right. I still have the Observatory to find before I go crawling back to Caroline. Might as well have something to show for all of my talk.

[They're still married. She's still his wife, even if she's angry at him. They still love each other, don't they? But the fact that Edward has to ask himself that is... depressing. Telling.]

Good. I'd hate to be an even bigger bastard in your eyes. [Not that what she thinks of him is important. Nope.]