Not like Bella. Not silence. y/n's thoughts were like static-loud but impossible to decipher. Fuzzy edges. A girl screaming in a dream you can't remember after waking. He could feel rage under it. Long-buried, wet rage. And a sleepy, warm softness beneath that. You were chaos. Not silent. "Do you want something?" you muttered, barely looking up. Edward blinked. That never happened. Humans didn't just call him out like that. "You're... interesting," he said before he could stop himself. You snorted. "Most people say 'weird.' Or annoying." "Interesting," he repeated. "Definitely... not boring." You glanced at him sideways. "You say that like it's supposed to be a compliment." From there, things got... complicated.