Syd gets out and goes to knock on the door, but there's no answer. She enters, carrying a brown paper bag, and sees that the place is busted up all to hell. Instead of pulling out her gun, Syd just hangs onto the paper bag, which probably contains crackers and Brie and a tasty little domestic sparkling wine, and carefully makes her way through the house.
She comes upon Good Ethan, slumped at the kitchen table with a big bottle of booze in front of him. She dumps her snacks and makes her way toward him. "Beware the grieving man and his bottle," he rasps. Then he gets up and stumbles toward her, carrying his liquid pacifier. As he weaves toward her, he says, "[D'Overbite] used to say that she had spent so much of her life pretending to be other people that she was afraid she might disappear. And I have been sitting here trying to remember all her aliases and you're right. It's hard to keep track." God, he's cute. Deciding to share a bit of her pain, Syd brings up Dead Danny and how she compartmentalizes all the other emotions in her life, but that one, well, she keeps it nice and fresh in an airtight Tupperware container in her frontal lobe. "As hard as it is," she says softly, "I would rather feel it than to not feel anything." Yeah, it's a badly constructed sentence. I would have felt better if she'd said, "I would rather feel it than not feel anything at all." But her heart's in the right place, so I'll just have to let it go. Good Ethan lets it go too and kind of rolls his eyes and looks off toward the kitchen sink, obviously not ready to feel much of anything other than the cool, soothing touch of the bottle to his lips. He starts to swig, but Syd stops him, taking the bottle away. Good Ethan interprets this gesture as, "Kiss me NOW, dammit! Let me suck the liquor off your lips!" He launches himself at Syd's face and makes it just sloppy enough so that we're supposed to go, "Ew! Get your lips off her!" Instead, we just sit there and drool at the screen because good Lord is Ethan Hawke a good desperation kisser! Seen Hamlet? I suggest you do. As soon as possible.
Syd's already got a good kisser in her shed, however, so she's not having any of it. She sort of gently doesn't respond to his lips, and he winds up kind of stumbling away from her, apologizing, his shirt all disheveled and adorable. She's about to say, "S'okay. I would have liked it if I hadn't recently made out with a hot French guy," but the entrance of a couple of CIA dudes prevents her from doing so. They're all, Good Ethan? Yeah, put your hands behind your back, dude. Game over. Good Ethan's not fond of this plan, so he engages in some ass-kicking of his own that's really rather impressive, and winds up with both agents on the floor and one of their guns in his hand.