Damien and the intruder wrestle in the hallway.

"You sneaked in the wrong house you creep!" Damien pushes, and the intruder's back smashes into the wall.

"You don't understand-" The intruder tries to speak and Damien tries to choke him.

"Neither do I want to, you pervert!" Damien yells, then the intruder pushes him, and they hit the other side of the hallway. I'm totally freaking out by now. I'm too stressed out even to scream again.

I thank god when Cassie's and John's doors open.

"What the fuck is going on?" Cassie raises her voice. John turns on the lights. I now see Cassie is dressed in pink lingerie, and Stephanie behind John, both wrapped in towels.

"This creep was about to get in your room." Damien says, as the alleged creep lets go of him.

"Oh, that's Peter bro." John smirks.

"Who the fuck is Peter?" Damien hesitantly lets go of Peter, narrowing his eyes.

"Cassie's therapist." Stephanie says.

"Do you do home visits..?" Damien says, then looks to his sister, and registers for the first time what she is wearing. Then he looks back at Peter.

"Cassie..."

"Yes, Damien?"

"Your therapist?"

"I've resigned from that role." Peter says.

"So what are you exactly?" Damien's eyebrows furrow.

"I am... Cassie's -"

"Don't you say it again. I'm sick of you saying it all the time." Cassie bursts in.

"Man." Peter completes the sentence. "Cassie's man."

"And how do you know Peter?" Damien asks.

"We caught them at the club." John sighs.

"I caught you at the club." Cassie frowns at him.

"So... Is anyone going to get dressed?" I ask.

"Yup." Stephanie says, dragging John back in the room.

"Yeah, see you guys in a few." Cassie glances down at herself, then goes back in the room. Peter stays outside for the moment, as Damien sort of glares at him, and I'm just clueless what to say.

"Come, you idiot." Cassie's arm pops out the door, and yanks Peter in.

"So... That's what's going on, apparently." Damien says, and clears his throat.

"Yes... Apparently." I answer.

"Jesus, I need a drink." He rubs a little bruise on his forehead.

"Yeah, me too." I put my arm around his waist, and he hugs me around the shoulders as we go downstairs.