Something different

Edward sat down at the kitchen's island counter, rubbed his eyes with his right thumb and index finger, then looked over at Ian who had just placed a cup warm Jacobs Kronüng in front of him, from where he stood on the other side of the island counter. Ian was smiling slightly at him, possibly due to him looking half like shit, and half like a train had hit him square in the face.

            "I bet the JR and Berries are going to be out until well after 2 PM."

            "I bet you are right on that one," Ian replied as he turned around and got his own cup, took a sip, and shifted his weight over to the still-empty plates. "I made us some breakfast. Figured that you'd need it after last night."

            "I'm more worried about the other two. You know I might have had you, had I not been slightly more intoxicated and worried about JR's toe who just about got broken on that god forsaken coffee table."

            "Might have, being the key words," Ian replied wryly and set a plate before Ed, catching his friend looking down at his hands, which he had been busy touching and what seemed like admiring a thin silver ring around the bit of ring finger that was left. "Eat. It'll do you some good too."

            Edward smiled at Ian and nodded in acknowledgement as he picked up a fork and knife from the island counter and started eating breakfast. He knew that he shouldn't have been so upset, especially since it had been two years since the incident. He also knew that Ian knew -- though he had his own ways of coping.

A few hours had passed, and Bernard had just left. JR was still fast asleep in his room, and Ian had gone out to do only he and his trusty pistols knew what. Edward took the time to go up to bar area where his cat was laying on the bar, where the sun hit the bar counter.

            He ran his fingers through the cat's hair before he walked over and sat down on the deck chair. Picking up his iPad from the table next to the chair, he  unlocked the device and was met with exactly the same blank page that he had stared at earlier that morning, with one slight difference: this time he actually had all intentions to write. So, he looked over to where his cat was sleeping, contemplating getting a glass of whiskey since the coffee was downstairs and too far away, but instead pressed his finger against the screen to bring up the onscreen keyboard, and started typing away.

"20% Battery Left" read the little popup, making him snap back to reality. He had no idea that he would write as much as he had, but the sun had already started setting in the horizon.

            Upon getting up from the deck chair, his neck popped thrice over, and his back double as much. Just as he stood fully upright, he finally felt the headache kicking in again.

            "Damn it," he swore under his breath as he set the locked device back down exactly where he had found it numerous times before, looked over at the bar counter and noticed that his cat had long since relocated to another spot in the house. He then winced as he turned around and the setting sun shone directly into his eyes, while he closed the glass doors and finally went back down stairs.

Ian hadn't returned yet, and JR was either still out cold, or simply just still sleeping the alcohol off from the previous night's party, or whatever it was he had to attend.

            Figuring that since Ian had made breakfast, he would make dinner. It was only the gentlemanly thing to do, was it not?

            As he walked over and reached into one of the overhead cupboard for a pan, the noise it made quickly made him blank out for a split second, finding that his head automatically turned in the direction that his right had had been at that moment and starred at the ring again. Quickly closing his eyes, Ed stood upright again, turned toward the fridge, and started on the dinner.