Robert, found himself, as the day passed, more and more annoyed with the state of affairs in the house. Everything seemed...misplaced somehow. For a while, he tried to ignore it and go about it his business, but finally, he started to do something about it. Clothes strewn on the floor needed to be picked up and put in the hamper. Unmade beds needed to be made. It felt like...with him unable to explain his own situation...putting his house in order made him feel better.
He'd barely seen anyone the whole day. "Mieux vaut être seul que mal accompagné," he muttered to himself. He didn't really feel like seeing them anyway. He grabbed some fresh linens out of the hall closet and turned to see Biff and Sarah headed toward the bedrooms. He went to put them in the bathroom, having taken the ones that were there earlier to wash.
As he got there, he noticed it was occupied. Mollie was coming out, still zipping up her fly. She barely acknowledged him as she passed by, giving more of a nod. He entered the bathroom, muttering to himself as he saw drops on the floor. Mollie could at least work on her aim. He'd just cleaned that floor.
With everyone in the house giving him the silent treatment, Robert was more and more alone with his own thoughts, which progressively turned to being annoyed at having to clean up after all of them, and muttering in something that sounded less like English.
