The almost eerie silence of the house clued him in; Louis was home.
He must have arrived home first.
Oliver tip-toed up to the door, and let himself in while he tried not to splatter blood over anything.
Normally, he wouldn't have to worry about hiding the truckload of bodies when they worked on the same nights, but normally he arrived home before Louis.
He half-ran through the house to the closest bathroom that already had the neccessary precautions if this type of situation were to happen.
He shed his clothes from his body, and immediately starting cleaning off.
Oliver changed to casual clothes quickly enough; he didn't bother drying off his hair.
He quietly crept through the house, so as to not startle the other man.
Oliver followed the sounds of loud sobs to find Louis.
He flicked on the light to find him covered in blood, and shaking with his heavy sobs.
Louis flinched at the sudden light.
"Oliver, I'm a monster." The half-whimpered confession broke Oliver's heart.
"You are not a monster." Oliver practically begged him to listen.
"We are! I watched the light fade from their eyes, Oliver! I killed them; I caused it to fade!" Louis shouted at him.
"Monsters don't feel like you do. Luciano's the monster, not you. We just do what he says." Oliver crouched down in front of his friend; he wrapped his arms around Louis, pulling the blood stained man towards himself.
"We still kill them." Louis whimpered in to Oliver's shoulder.
"I love you." He whispered, and kissed Louis's forehead.
"Why should us, murderers, have love?" Louis cried, and he leaned forward to kiss Oliver's lips.
Oliver pulled him closer still, deepening the kiss to further distract Louis from his thoughts.
Louis stared miserably at Oliver after the kiss, "I ruined your clothes."
"Don't worry about it." Oliver soothed him.
He pulled his lover to his feet, and led him to a bathroom.
Oliver stripped Louis, and took the time to scrub off all of the blood residue from their work.
Louis let him, and showed almost no sign of being coherent during it.
"Are you hungry?" Oliver asked quietly.
"Did you go shopping while you were out?" Louis asked calmly, and almost emotionlessly.
"Yes." What he didn't know wouldn't kill him.
"Cupcakes sound nice." Was all Louis said.
Oliver smiled softly at that; cupcakes were Oliver's specialty.
He dressed Louis, and let him sit down on their bed.
Oliver went outside to analyze the bodies.
Once he had selected the best 'ingredients,' he went inside to start baking.
The kitchen was his haven, and Louis didn't really mind that; he was all too willing to let Oliver cook.
When the cupcakes were done, he carried the cupcakes up to Louis.
They were as delicious as ever, and it was a great snack to end a not so great day,