The sound of a loud crack from the bathroom had Oliver bolting upright, the bag with the suit in it crumpling to the floor. "Baby?" His call was a little frantic, but the mental image of someone in that bathroom waiting for them, despite the fact that he'd been in there earlier and knew it was empty, made his stomach churn. The worst was having to remind his brain that wasn't the sound a plate made when it crashed to the floor. There were no plates in the bathroom. There was no boogeyman lurking around the corner.
He was in the bathroom before he had time to think about all of the worst case scenarios, grazing over Edwin's form on the toilet, then around to every corner someone could be hiding in. Nothing. His eyes fell on the brush, his mind putting two and two together as he released a ragged sigh of relief, his good hand bracing himself up on the sink.
"You scared the shit out of me," he rasped finally, his tone sounding more biting and accusatory than he ever would have intended. He closed his eyes, telling himself there was no reason to be angry at Edwin, breathing for a few seconds before he started again. When he did his tone still strained, but apologetic. "Sorry...I....are you okay, baby? What happened?"