Aw yeah. Jen steps onto Grams's porch, sees Ty sitting there and stops, putting her hands in her pockets and regarding him expectantly. Ty says, "I don't think we should see each other anymore." Jen coolly says, "So, you waited on a freezing cold porch to tell me what was perfectly clear two hours ago?" Ty says, "I just need to explain myself." Jen says, "You know what? You don't. It's simple. You have natural, God-given impulses that everybody in your life has told you are wrong to follow. And so instead of growing your own conscience you prefer to drag me through your grief and I'm not going to stand for it." Ty says, "Jen, Jen, you need to understand that all my life has been about the Church. The teachings, the beliefs -- they're all I know." Jen says, "Okay, so let me see if I have this straight. You're a Christian. But you like to booze it up, and you like to party, right? And you judge people for being gay. You go around acting like heterosexual sex is the way of the Lord, but you won't actually have heterosexual sex." She starts to go inside, but he stops her with: "I know it sounds complicated. I am struggling with the fact that I am a teenage guy with all the desires that go along with that -- desires that are in direct opposition of everything that I've ever been taught to believe. And when I'm with you, all sense of reason just flies out of my head, because you're so beautiful, and sexy, and I want you so badly! I am so sorry that I hurt your feelings tonight. Please understand that this is about me and it has nothing to do with you." Jen, kind of crying now, says, "Ty, this has everything to do with me. I liked you." Ty says, "I know." Jen says, "No, I mean I really liked you, and despite what you may think about my past experience, when I kissed you tonight, that wasn't my desire for something more -- it was for something pure, something that I haven't felt in a long time, but you ruined that." Ty stammers, "Maybe...maybe someday when I deal with my baggage, maybe this can work out." Jen holds back the tears long enough to spit, "Anyone who can make me feel like this doesn't deserve a maybe," and slams the door in his suck-ass face. Thus endeth Ty.
Then we're back in the Sanctum Dawsonorum, where Our Hero is lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. Joey comes in and asks how he's doing. He says he'll be fine once the room stops spinning. Okay, so by my count the only cliché of alcohol over-indulgence we haven't trotted out in this episode is hallucinations of pink elephants. Joey says she's sure he'll feel better in the morning. Dawson starts to apologize, but Joey cuts him off and tells him she forgives him, and she's sure everyone else will too, particularly since he was pretty much telling the truth anyway. Dawson chokes up and says, "I'm so lonely. I'm sixteen years old and I'm so hopelessly lonely." Tell it to Britney Spears, lightweight. Joey says, "Is that why you got drunk?" Dawson says, "Yeah. Joe, why did you break up with me and run straight to Jack?" Joey says, "Because he wasn't you. Look, it was never about looking for something better, Dawson. It was about looking for someone who wasn't so close to me, so I could tell where I ended and he began. I mean, our lives have always been so intertwined, in many ways I feel like you partially invented me, Dawson. And that scares me so much. I need to find out if I'm capable of being a whole person without you. I need to find out if I can be a whole person alone." Dawson says, "Do it quickly, okay? Because...God, I love you." This makes Joey and Dawson both close their eyes so that the tears can squeeze out in a picturesque manner. Joey breathes, "I love you too, Dawson," but he's already passed out. How romantic. Joey walks over to the window and sees that it's started to snow. And thus it came to pass that Wing Chun was convinced that the writers had started reading the wraps.