Later, Bree's cooking at the stove (and wearing an insanely cute '50s pink-patterned apron) when Andrew comes home, and asks where his grandparents are; he's ready to start packing up the car. Bree tells him, in even, emotionless tones, that they took off already, but that they left him a letter. As Andrew picks up the envelope, Bree explains, with admirable cluelessness, "It seems they came across some personal items of yours that upset them." Andrew, reading: "They're taking away my trust fund?!" Somehow I always thought the trust fund was a byproduct of Rex's death? But maybe that's only because it was never really mentioned before then. In any case, getting your millions yanked over some porn that may or may not have been yours to begin with -- that's a setback worthy of Dynamite magazine's special "Bummers" section. Andrew, all freaked: "What am I supposed to do now?" Bree: "Well, now that you can't afford to become emancipated, I guess you're going to have to stay here with me." Andrew looks like he's been punched in the face, except we've seen what he looks like after he's been punched in the face, and he looks way more stunned in this scene. Bree turns, looks deep into his eyes, and tells Andrew that they can "make this work" if they just "let go of [their] anger." Andrew burps out a little, cornered "no," and turns to leave. Bree, with blinding brightness: "Oh! I had a chance to have a nice chat with Justin the other day. He really seems very sweet. I've invited him over to dinner tonight; I hope you don't mind." Andrew looks at her, and his face is such a turmoil of emotions, it's difficult to know exactly what he's feeling. Is he grateful that Bree has finally made a pro-gay gesture in his direction? Or is he mourning the loss of the hot sex that can only come from parental taboo? It's difficult to tell.