"Okay. Let me know if you need help," Oliver replied, trying to sound more warm than resigned as he leaned forward before Edwin went too far to plant a kiss against the more healthy side of his head.
As Edwin moved to the bathroom, Oliver looked toward his own suit bag, draped over the edge of the bed near where Edwin's tie had been. He simply stood there, glaring at it for a few seconds before starting to unzip it, already telling himself that whatever was in there he wasn't going to go through the same thing Edwin was. Shirt and pants, that was it.