Carlton sat straight up and clutched the comforter to his chest. "Henry! It's uh not what you think!"
Shawn and Henry stared and raised their eyebrows at him.
"I mean, well, it's uh…"
Henry stopped him, "You know what? Nevermind, coffee's on and I've started breakfast. I will see you
both downstairs." It was not a request.
Carlton groaned and covered his face with his hands.
"Dude, it's not the end of the world. Is it?" Shawn's voice sounded small.
Carlton looked at Shawn and his eyes softened. "No, Shawn, it's not. As a matter of fact, it's the
beginning."
