Helen's slicing the heck out of a banana in the kitchen. Will stands off to one side, drinking coffee and venturing, "Are you mad at me?" She claims she's not. He starts to say that it feels like she is, but she snaps at him and cuts him off to insist she's not. He says, "O-kay," and wanders toward her, and she goes back to slicing. He tries again: "But if you were, what would you be mad about?" Kevin wheels in at that point: "Good morning." He asks if he's interrupting; both his parents claim he's not. He announces jovially that he's kind of low on laundry. Helen, unimpressed: "Really?" Kevin shows her he's wearing pink socks. Which are…Joan's? Helen: "Well, pink is the new black." Kevin's growing less jovial and says, "Seriously, I've got a business meeting tomorrow." Helen: "What do you suppose other people do when they run out of clean clothes?" Kevin: "I suppose they do their laundry, which I've always volunteered to do, but --" He doesn't get to finish his sentence, so I will: "But you're a control freak that won't let any of her children do laundry." Not to mention: they've got a top-loading machine. He might be able to get the clothes and soap in there, but I don't know how the hell he'd get them out. She turns to him and says, "I don't mind doing it. I'm trying to illustrate a point. It's just something you're not accustomed to doing for yourself." Kevin gets it and says, "Look, I don't know how you found out, but you don't have to worry, because I'm not moving out. I thought about it, and I decided against it. So you'll have a gimp in your house for a long time to come." Helen's expression changes from indignant to…slightly less indignant. He adds, "I'll just buy some socks," as he turns and wheels out. Helen whirls back around to her cutting board looking slightly troubled, slightly relieved. Will has been sitting at the kitchen table the whole time, without saying a word.