Fade back up on the Sanctum Dawsonorum; Joey says over the phone, "I'm really sorry, Dawson." Dawson says he is too, but he feels like he's doing the right thing. Gee, now there's a surprise. He says that's the strangest part, and when Joey asks what he means, he says that at a certain point it just becomes "too much for your brain to process," and you have to rely on your heart. Okay, we get it. Joey frowns and looks vague as Dawson yammers on about how it's liberating, if terrifying, and that's the point and blah dee blah: "If we weren't so afraid to let go, we wouldn't feel so free when we finally did." What did I just say? We get it! A lightbulb goes on over Joey's head, and she smiles that Dawson makes it sound so simple. "It's anything but that," Dawson sighs. Oh, thou art wise, Dawson. Not. Shut up. Dawson says he thinks Mr. Brooks waited for his friend. "To say goodbye?" Joey asks. "Something like that." We get it, we get it, we. Get. It. Already. Jesus. CHRIST. "That can be really hard," Joey says sort of tearfully. "Yeah," Dawson says, and then sits bolt upright like he's scented something in the wind, flares his nostrils, and grits out all portentously, "Goodbye, Joey." "Goodnight, Dawson," she whispers. He hangs up and stares at the phone. She listens to the dial tone for a moment and then puts down the receiver. Cut back to Dawson staring at the phone some more and brooding. Cut to Joey also brooding.
Pacey, taking a walk, runs into Anna by the hot tub. She notices that he looks "down," and offers to do him a solid in return for his counsel on the double date.
Jack and Jen's room. Jack and Jen make out on the floor; Jack has only a tank top on. Yum (chicka yum yum). After a few seconds of lip-mic feedback, Jen puts a stop to it, saying that they "can't do this." She's a stronger woman than I, that's for sure -- Kerr Smith looks like a great kisser. Sigh. Anyway, Jen struggles up to a sitting position and tells him while buttoning her shirt, "I'm sorry, Jack, you're drunk. You're drunk and lonely and and gay," and it might seem "really really good" right now (no doubt sigh again), but "it won't when the feelings pass." Jack asks what if the feelings don't pass. "Jack " Jack nods and squeezes his eyes shut: "Aw. My head is spinning." Jen says she'll go get some ice and fix them a couple of tall glasses of water; as she gathers up the ice bucket, Jack reaches over to take her hand and apologize. She smiles.