Linus scurried out of the bathroom as soon as his uncle gave him an excuse to leave. He ran downstairs to the kitchen and started hurriedly setting enough places at the table to accommodate everyone. The morning was already off to a bad start, but he was going to do all he could to salvage it. Namely not bothering Forrest any more. Really, the 17 year old scared the crap out of Linus. He didn't even remember why he came into the bathroom, anyway...

Still feeling nervous and a bit sick, he finished up setting the table and dashed out of the kitchen so he wouldn't be in the same room as Forrest anymore. Once he was out in the living room, he had remembered what he wanted with the bathroom, and tried to carefully sneak upstairs to go back and use it, hoping Forrest would stay in the kitchen at least until breakfast.