Norman's father stood in the doorway, staring at the two of them, slowly turning purple from anger. Carter turned bright red and threw himself away from Norman, grabbing the pajamas and exiting via the kitchen.
"What," Eric growled, "In Hell's name do you think you are doing?" Norman's face coloured, and the tips of his ears burned bright red.
"Dad, I..."
"What happened to 'not being homosexual'? And don't call me your father, I'm no such thing! You're a... you're a bloody abomination!"
He opened the front door, and pointed out of it. "Get. Out. And your faggot friend, too. The two of you can... do whatever your sort do whenever you like, but you're not my son, and you're not doing it in my house!"
Tears of anger clouded Norman's vision, and he felt the shakes start to come on again. "I am your son! Whether you like it or not, Dad, you conceived an abomination, as you so delightfully put it! And he's not a 'faggot', I don't know what his sexuality is, but he's my friend, and... and I love him, alright? I know he doesn't feel the same, and I'm not going to say I don't care, because I do. But don't you fucking yell at me for my sexuality, maybe you should look at your daughter, who's got a fucking rapist for a husband!" Breathing heavily, Norman looked round for Carter, only to see Anna coming down the stairs, a panicked look on her face.
"Norman's not in the house! He's missing!"
"I...I'm right here." Norman said, pressing a hand to the ache beginning to throb in his temples. He wobbled slightly on his feet. "What do you want anyway?"
Anna seemed to not notice the fact Norman didn't have any pants on, or the fact that her father was an unhealthy shade of puce, and screeched back at him,
"Not you! Norman, my baby... he's missing!"