Edward wasn't entirely sure what Jacob was talking about and he didn't particularly care either. He had went to the bar to drown his sorrows and he had managed to find himself drunk and fairly content. Now he had the company of his new found friend and companion. They could share a drink or two, perhaps more, and stumble back to the apartment to settle down for the night.
Taking the bottle back from Jacob, he offered a dopey smile. "I'm-not sure" he said, his words slightly slurring from time to time. "Hours maybe?" he shrugged, taking another drink. The bottle was nearly empty and he had already gone through a full bottle of rum. Or was it more than one? There were a few empty beer bottles nearby. He had gone through those quickly enough.
"I miss home, as I am sure you do too" he said, looking up at the ceiling. "Caroline too... But she's dead now" he said, all the joviality gone from his voice. "And not just because we're here, or in the future, but because she had died before I arrived here. I received the letter not long after we got here" he explained. "I did not want to believe it at first but I realised it must be true" he added. "I do not know why I thought solitude would ease my loneliness" he said, laughing a little at himself.