Edwin frown and put a hand on Oliver's arm, feeling a little bad for encouraging that he do something that then caused him pain. Still, he crawled out of bed, but instantly pointed back towards it. "Sit, baby," he begged softly. "Please?" Not that there was any good time for this scenario, but Edwin wished it had been even a week from now, when his boyfriend wasn't already in pain.
"I should do that, yeah. Shoot him a message. Maybe Pam, too, and... Does Juno usually help with those things?" It seemed strange to ask Juno, of all people right now, if she wanted to help plan a get together. He kept talking as he moved to the little toilet and relieved himself. Of all the things he had done with Oliver, peeing in front of him still felt weird. Maybe it was because of the talking? Was the talking making it weirder?
Then he washed his hands and threw some water on his face, and into his hair, which he tried to comb into something reasonable. He shot a sideways smile at Oliver, who he knew liked the bedhead.