"Look, I'm gonna be in your life, Norman. And I want to be in your life. But the truth is I am putting myself on the line every day protecting your mom, and in so doing, I'm protecting you. Look, I want to take care of her. And I want to take care of you. But I think that has to start with trust. I need to know that I can trust you, Norman. And you need to know you can trust me."
Shelby: "Can you do that? Can you trust me?"
Norman: "...Yes. I can trust you."
Your words, coming out of my mouth, because there are no other words. Some man's hand, telling me it's going to be okay.
Shelby: "Good. That's good. That makes me happy."
Norman: "Oh, well then. By all fuckin' means."
Shelby gets a call then, and cuts their moment short. The shudders are still running through Norman, but he's survived the fishing trip, which is more than he thought would happen.
Romero has found Keith's hand, identifiable by that ugly watch he wore. "Dumbass," he hisses, and Shelby turns green. That's it, then.
When Bradley texts Norman for an ice cream date, she's pretty sincere and upfront about how she's only doing it because she finds comfort in him. She can trust him: "You seem to get it. You don't ... judge me, or push me to cheer up. You don't know what a relief that is." Weird, but good weird: A beautiful, calm lake.
Norman: "Well, I'm glad you can stand to be around me."
The music takes us back, like in the hospital, to the possibility of teenagerhood: That it's okay to be a kid for a minute, sometimes. Even though it warns him too that she's a heartbreaker. Still in sunglasses, all day long, Bradley tries to verbalize the enormity of death and -- like we've been doing for thousands of years -- fails. They're here and then they're gone, and you never get to see them again. Norman does a better job:
"I think grief is just the period of time it takes for your brain to accept that someone's gone. Because everything in your body, your mind, your entire being, just keeps bringing you back to the moment that they're still alive. It takes a long time for your body to let go of that."
Norman: "It's the hardest thing of all, to let go of someone you love."
Bradley: "I like being with you, Norman."
She brings up the hand, and he tries desperately to stay in control.
Bradley: "I wonder whose hand that fisherman found."