Who: Oliver and Edwin Where: Oliver's Room When: Mid-afternoon
Despite the fact that it had only been a couple of hours, Oliver felt like he'd been gone all day long. He was worn out, mentally and physically, and really just wanted to curl up for a while, though he was still cold enough after helping Jerome up the stairs and sneaking into the craft room that a bath still sounded great. He'd dropped off the promised meds to Marco, and after knocking on Lucy's door with no response, left the bag of clothes for her, hoping that with Jerome's help they'd gotten her a few things that she'd be alright wearing until she was able to pick out more for herself on her own. He'd stopped outside of his door just to drop off the remaining bags, then slipped into Edwin's room, then to the kitchen for a few moments, then back again.
He felt a bit silly sneaking back to his own room, but the idea of running into someone who might keep him from locking himself away for the rest of the day sounded absolutely fucking awful at the moment. With the rest of his supplies tucked carefully against his arm, he slipped through his own familiar door, leaning a bit to see what Edwin was doing, and smiled a little. Edwin was mostly asleep in that way of his, murmuring something unintelligible while keeping his eyes closed, no doubt having heard the door and assuring whoever it was that he was wide awake and ready for anything.
"Mmmhm," Oliver hummed in reply with an indulgent smile, quietly kicking off his boots, then setting the roses and bag from the pharmacy on the desk so he could pull off his socks and winter gear. It took two trips to gather everything from out in the hall, then he quietly closed the door behind him. Taking one bouquet, bubble bath, and a container of strawberries along with a bag of strawberry flavored cough drops, he slipped into the bathroom to set them all on the wide edge of the tub, the faint whiff of Edwin's earlier bath teasing his nostrils. He adjusted the giant bow he'd made from luxurious black ribbon in the craft room to tie the bouquet, leaning back to check how the whole setup looked, and nodded once to himself. Another trip to the pile of things on the desk, and he returned with a large thermos filled with piping hot water, and the empty pot along with two cups from Edwin's tea set, filled with tea packets. He set them gently setting them on the floor next to the tub, well within sight so they wouldn't be stepped on.
Returning to the desk, he took two roses from the remaining bouquet, and what remained in the pharmacy bag, setting the flowers on the bedside table and quietly placing the cold meds and rubs, and two pairs of fluffy warm socks, one pair gray and emblazoned with dark crows, next to the lamp.
"Baby," he mumbled as he carefully sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he leaned over Edwin, nuzzling the warm, freckled skin of one bare shoulder over the edge of blanket. "I come bearin' vaporub."