When I finally come back in the room I 'm not sure what to expect. I wouldn't have guessed this though. He is in the kitchen chopping veggies and there is a spread of foods on the counter. I can smell that he has already started in on cooking something.

"Didn't we just have breakfast?" looking around I see no sign of the cups and glasses from before though. And I notice things have been cleaned up around my apartment.

Then he looks me dead in the face and looks truly concerned. It doesn't last long before he turns back to his chopping.

"Edward you have been back there for almost eight hours." I can't do anything but stare at him blankly. I have nothing to say at all, I blanked out from life, I lost time without drugs and he stayed. This man I have treated like dirt all our lives and he was here, waiting, cleaning and now cooking.

"Wh, wha, why are you still here?" I can't fathom.

"Where else would I go?" it wasn't flippant or anything it was just a true statement. Like he truly meant in all the places in the world he was needed here and so this is where he was. Time to really put my guilt into full force and do the real recovery work. It is easy to write letters and say the words the pros want you to but this I finally get. This I truly owe and I will pay this debt.

"What can I do?" I am not good in the kitchen but I am sure there is something even I can do.

"You can take those aspirin, drink that water, and sit your ass on the stool." his tone left no argument so I did what I was told.