[Even with the assurance that he won't be flashed on the way in, he enters with his head sheepishly ducked at first, warm, damp air wrapping around him. Eye-contact is uncomfortable, but a necessary evil.}

I apologize. [He passes a hand over his face, wearily shaking his head.] I... I don't know why it didn't occur to me to knock first, but consider my lesson learned.

[Looking down at the robe slung over one arm:]

...I brought you this, in case you needed it.

[It doesn't go unnoticed how comfortable Ed seems leaned up against the sink, inviting attention - and despite his best efforts, Oswald's gaze is drawn to him a second time, drifting over the angles and edges of a body he never thought much about. A body that looks nothing like his own. Ed is threatening in his nakedness, and Ed is beautiful. And Ed is his, somehow, a complicated, dizzying swirl of emotion deepening the colour in his cheeks.

Swallowing, he blinks and looks around for a place to set the robe down.]

I'll let you dress.