The next morning at the Happy Fun House, Melanie bounds down the stairs to find Lindsay setting the table for breakfast. They start to get in a little morning nookie, but Lindsay pulls away, because Justin, on the couch, is starting to wake up. Melanie invites him to have some breakfast, but unbelievably, Justin's not hungry. Melanie: "You have to have something to eat. After all, you are a growing boy. My god, did I just say that?" Lindsay giggles. Justin demurs again, but offers to wash the sheets. Why does he need to wash the sheets? Oh, wait. Do I really want to know why he needs to wash the sheets? Never mind. Lindsay tells him that he doesn't have to worry about it; Melanie grins that he can wash her car, though, if he's still in the mood. Justin thanks them for letting him stay, and Brian's Lesbians reply that it was no problem; he can stay any time he wants. Justin wistfully looks down at a drawing of Brian he made the night before. He snaps the sketchbook closed, wailing, "He hates me!" Brian's Lesbians don't have to ask who he's talking about. As Lindsay and Melanie rush to Justin's side on the couch, St. L. says that Brian doesn't hate Justin, but Justin's convinced that he does, and so does his dad: "And now I can't go home." Melanie tells Justin that it's going to be okay, but Justin doesn't want to hear that. "And don't say anything bad about Brian, either," he snaps at Melanie. Melanie replies, rolling her eyes, "Well, that doesn't leave much room for conversation." Justin drops his head in his hands, wondering what the hell he's going to do. Brian's Lesbians look at each other behind Justin's head as he starts to cry. Melanie tells him that what he's going to do right now is one thing at a time, and Lindsay agrees, and so do I, because that's really the only way to get through bad stuff like this. BL break it down for him: First Justin's going to take a shower. Then he's going to have something to eat. Then he's going to school. They comfortingly pat his back, until he wipes away his tears and heads upstairs. Melanie and Lindsay sigh, Melanie adding, "And still he defends that fucking prick! You know, it amazes me --" Lindsay raises a hand, "Don't start. Allow me." And she reaches for the phone. She dials Brian's number and when he picks up, says, "Bri? It's Lins. Did I wake you? Good." Even St. L. has her limits. You get him, Lindsay.