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It's a surprise inspection, and Jon wasn't even done his first cup of coffee when the knock sounded at the door. He's not quite awake yet -- he had a late night, taking pictures of the lights out on the Strip -- and he's letting Brendon do the normal host things. Brendon, he's trying not to babble nervously, so after he shows the social worker around, he offers her coffee too and then zips his lips and waits for her to speak. (Also, he's trying not to get distracted by Jon's sleepy eyes and his thigh pressed against Brendon's on the sofa and the way the vee of his shirt lets his collarbones peak out. Actually, if Brendon turns his head at just the right angle, he can see the shadow of the mark his teeth left there, barely hidden under the edge of the fabric. He resolutely turns and faces Ms. Turner again, and focuses on her review of their application and the inspection results.)