Cut to Andrew, sitting in the Van de Kamp living room. Bree has just filled him in about how George killed Rex. Andrew asks if the police know why George did it. Bree, clearly uncomfortable, takes a swig of water and tells him that the police seem to think George killed Rex to free Bree up for some marrying. Andrew shoots his jaw to the side in a way that says "I am angered," and then he deliberately puts his diet lime cola down directly on the table, coaster be damned. Bree immediately starts to panic about the ring the soda is going to leave on the table, and she instructs him to please use his coaster! Andrew: "My father was murdered because of you. So as far as I'm concerned? You no longer get to tell me what to do." Bree tells him he's not being fair, and then she returns his drink to his coaster and wipes down the table with her hand. Andrew, yelling now: "You brought that psycho into our house! You sat him down at our table! Just how fair do you expect me to be?" Bree pleads with him, saying that George "fooled a lot of people," and Andrew points out that George never fooled him. Which is true! Andrew gets up and heads toward the stairs; Bree follows, telling him she knows she's partly responsible, and that she hates herself for what happened. Andrew: "Good. Now we have something in common." Andrew crosses his arms defiantly and informs Bree that he's going to have his friend Justin over to spend the night. Bree backpedals into parental mode, asking where this friend Justin is from. School? Church? "What kind of friend is he?" Andrew, all wink-winky: "The real good kind." And then he heads up the stairs. Bree yells up to him that it's "inappropriate" for him to have a guest, seeing as he just got home, and Andrew reminds her that, as he said before, she doesn't get to tell him what to do anymore. Andrew stomps the rest of the way upstairs, and Bree is left just kind of standing there, a look of "wow, it turns out that my life kind of sucks" playing across her face.