"You saw the way people looked at us, didn't you?" he cuts back as he opens the door, a bit sharper in tone. The rabbit makes his way out of the room, and the false Carlisle gives it an equal look of disgust.

Carlisle's room is kept relatively neat: bottles of ink on the shelves, another jar on the desk where his papers are, various plants lining every corner. Knowing he can't carry everything in one load, the double attempts to asses what would be the most damaging thing to go. The journals, definitely. "As it turns out, my advice to you was misguided. People now believe that there's more to the two of us than just friendship."

And by 'people,' he means 'Emily,' but close enough.