He should have said something to Jacob. Maybe he was afraid that the other man might tell him truths about his future. A future that was uncertain thanks to being on the station. He would have spoke of things that could have been but wouldn't be any more. He didn't want to think about that. It seemed pointless, but he also knew he could have opened up to the other man more and perhaps he should have. They were two assassins out of their own times, trapped on the station along with everyone else. He was in Jacob's corner and vice versa. He had to remember to trust in that.
"Fine" Edward said, not in the mood to argue with the other man. He had to stop himself before he did end up being more in the mood. And that would turn into a punch up. And he was fairly certain the other man would beat him. He told himself it was just because of how drunk he was personally but he was certain the other man was a better scrapper at least.
The Welshman pulled himself out of his chair, staggered up to his feet carefully. "Come on then" he smirked.