"Oh shit..." Jayden groaned when he reached the tumbledrier. Carter's shirt was shrunk beyond repair. He brought the clothes out to Blake, looking rather sheepish, and handed him the shirt.
"Great." Carter said in a flat voice. "Thanks a lot. Now I'm going to have to walk around shirtless, and you're going to jump me."
He couldn't help it, Norman laughed out loud.
"I'm going to jump you? Sorry Carter, do you not appreciate the irony there? Last time I checked, you were the one with the tongue down my throat!" Instead of exploding at that like Norman had thought he would, Carter coughed and looked pointedly behind Jayden's shoulder. Jayden turned round to see his sister looking accusingly at him.
"I was under the impression, or rather Dad was, that you're 'not gay'."
"Well what's it to you if I am? I mean, he's not my boyfriend if that's what you're thinking. You don't need to try and jump him." Norman snarled, perhaps a little too possessively. Anna glared at him, and stalked off into the living room.
Blake gave Jayden a look.
"So." he said conversationally. "You're a drug-user, a failed FBI agent, a bum, and rude to pregnant women. Is that all your flaws, or are you going to tell me you're into screwing dogs?"
Jayden whipped round, and for a moment Carter thought he was going to punch him.
"Fuck you, Carter! You think you're so great, you think you're fucking irresistible? Yea, maybe I did have a drug problem, maybe I did completely and utterly fail at the only thing I was ever good at, yes, I am rude to pregnant women, or to be precise, my whorebag of a sister! But at least I'm not a psychopathic bastard with the personality of a rabid wolf!" At this, Norman thundered off up the stairs, but not before Carter could have one last jibe.
"So... you do like screwing dogs."
"FUCK YOU!"
Carter grinned slightly to himself, then felt slightly guilty... He had been the one that had... initiated... Stopping that train of thought as quickly as it had begun, Carter went back up to the bathroom to get dressed, then went downstairs again to fix himself something to eat.
He was just munching on his coffee and toast when he heard the faint muffled sound of crying from the living room. Downing the coffee and finishing the toast, he dumped the dirties in the sink (which Norman's father wouldn't have been pleased about...), and went to investigate the sobbing.