Fred had his shirt at the ready, but stopped before putting it on. Was that comment supposed to make him wonder just how many people she'd consider having in her bed, that she wouldn't want Roxy to find out about? Because whatever her intention, it did.
"Ah," he replied, and proceeded to pop his head through the neck of his shirt. It wasn't any of his business how she wanted to raise her teenaged daughter, and that, he knew to be true. He just had to shake the heavy guilty feeling and they'd be right back to normal, because this wasn't the first time that Angie had kicked him out of her room -- and certainly wouldn't be the last. It wasn't the worst way, either, or the worst reason.
Still.
Should he go home for breakfast, or could he invite himself to stay, he wondered. "I'll give you some privacy to get changed, then," he said, bent over to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. "I'll be downstairs. If she shows up, I'll just tell her I came by too early and you came back up to get dressed."