"You do need water," Jacob said. He would have insisted just to be contrary but he was bolstered by the fact that he was right this time. It didn't happen often, at least according to other people, and he was going to savor it while he could. Savoring it without being smug was difficult but he did start to worry a little that this was the beginning of the man starting to resist Jacob's attempts to help him. He was fairly certain he would win in a fight against the man sober, but if he had to wrestle the man into his bed while he was drunk and moody, things could happen.
He returned with a glass of water for Edward, holding it out to him, "Come on, mate. Drink your water, we'll get you into bed and you can sleep all of this off. If you're still hurting in the morning we can find something more constructive and possibly violent for you to do. I'm asking nicely now but if you make an issue of it I have no qualms with making your Welsh arse do as you're told."