"I expected to find you in bed. Which you weren't. Or in the shower. Which you weren't. Or in the studio. Which you weren't. At which point I searched the whole damn house." He blinked a little and looked at the pasties, his own brow arching higher. "You were out? Grocery shopping... this early in the morning?" He sat up a little straighter, and locked a glare on Heath. "Where did you go this morning, Heath?" He had a sinking feeling.