After the awkward encounter, both of them go change into more presentable clothes. While Gabriella's taking a shower, Bradley comes downstairs to find pancakes ready.
"These smell really good sis! When did you learn how to cook?" he asks.
"When I was in college dipshit. Where else would I learn how to cook. It's not like mom was going to teach me. Speaking of mom, where are our parents?"
"They've gone on a business trip. They'll come back on Monday."
"And so you invited Gabriella over to fuck the whole weekend?"
He nearly spits what's in his mouth. He knew his sister was very forthright, but he didn't expect it to be so direct.
"Jeez Kate, you had to phrase it like that?" he says, choking on his meal.
"Well, I'm right, wasn't I?"
"Yeah, you're right. That was the plan."
"So I've interrupted the fuck fest?" she says, laughing. He gives her a mean stare and goes back to eating. "What are you doing here anyway?" he asked.
"I broke with Eric. I was living with him, right? So now I don't have any place to stay at. I'm going to be here until I find a new place. It'll also be good, helping out mom after the divorce and..." Her voice trails off. Bradley looks at her incredulously. Kate is trying not to make eye contact and turns to concentrate on making pancakes.
"They're getting a divorce?" he asks. She doesn't answer and just keeps cooking, acting as though she can't listen to him. "Kate, answer me. Why are they getting a divorce?"
"I think you should talk to mom and dad when they come back."
He gets up and walks towards his sister. He grabs her hands, pushes her against a wall, and pins her hands above her head. Kate's cheeks turn red, as Bradley gets closer to her face, and says, "Tell. Me. What. Happened."