Lois wasn't having any of it. She wouldn't listen to his words, refused to process what he was obviously trying to fill her in on. "She's probably just in the shower," she muttered, stuffing her phone back in her pocket and headed toward the stairs. She had no problem busting down Chloe's door if she had to.
"Have you been drinking again? Is that what this is?" Or worse, had he been doing drugs again? She'd been so sure they were pass that stage in his life, but she'd thought that once before and Oliver had swan dived back into the liquor and partying lifestyle. With how screwed up this world could be and whatever weight he was obviously carrying that he didn't feel like sharing Lois thought it might be easy for him to fall off the wagon one more time. Or at least she wanted to believe that was what was happening instead of the blood on his shirt having anything to do with Chloe.