Over at the LETPF, Pacey too-casually observes that Marc "seems like a pretty nice guy" as he and Andie and Joey lug boxes to the car. He asks what Marc is "in" for. Andie says all sulkily, "That's private, Pacey." Pacey tells her, "Come on, it's just us," and Andie squirms and says, "Let's not talk about Marc, please?" Pacey, still in too-casual mode, says it strikes him as odd that Andie never mentioned Marc, whom she seemed to get pretty close to, in any of her letters or e-mails, but Joey cuts to the chase by saying, "Pacey, drop the male-jealousy thing." Pacey says tersely, "It's a long walk home, Potter." Hee! Joey smoothes her hair. Andie teases Pacey for getting jealous, and Pacey says he spent months "counting the moments" until he could see her, so of course he gets jealous that another guy got to hear her stories and eat dinner with her. Andie smiles and says, "Well, we're together now, aren't we?" and they start smooching. Joey announces, "Finally, the reunion kiss we've all been waiting for. So, let's go."
Jump cut to an uncomfortably tight close-up of The Flash fweeping on his coach's whistle. He yells some touch-football instructions, including "now 'touch' does not mean 'half-ass,'" and I thought he'd go somewhere else entirely with that thought, but never mind -- The Flash hollers "BREAK!" so vehemently that I thought he would burst a blood vessel. Henry starts pestering The Flash yet again, and asks him to "call in a ringer" so that Henry can better impress The Flash with his abilities. The Flash tells him patiently that the team is divided and there isn't anyone left. Henry beams, "Sure there is." Cut to the huddle, and the camera pans across the requisite jockstraps and over to Jack, who looks uncomfortable. Henry calls the play (did I say that right? I know next to nothing about football), and everyone screams "BREAK!" again, and Jack says nervously, "Okay." Let me get this straight -- the writers made a big point of Jack's clumsiness for two full episodes last season, and now they've turned him into a wide receiver? Oh, right -- I forgot that gay men have better hand-eye coordination. What. Ever.