Worthington party aftermath. Joey slouches up to Pacey, and they hug. Pacey whispers, "Apology accepted." Wow, he's easy -- I'd have made her work for it. Joey draws away from him: "I didn't apologize, Pace." "Yeah, but you were going to," Pacey murmurs. "I was?" Joey says, bristling slightly. Pacey prompts her, "Yeah, you were gonna apologize for bitching me out earlier." Joey not only doesn't apologize, because evidently she doesn't think she has to, but she expects an apology from Pacey: "And what about you? You're the one who lied." Well, yes, he did -- but he did it to put you at ease, and you thanked him by pitching a diva fit and leaving him to talk you up to the people from Worthington while you acted like an infant outside, wearing only a strappy dress and a wrap, on Cape Cod, IN DECEMBER, so WHATEVER. Pacey asks, with infinitely more patience than I'd have or than Joey merits, if it's occurred to Joey that he did it for her. Joey snottily asks how exactly she benefits from his "distortion of the truth," and instead of throwing his hands in the air and stomping off with an angry "see if I escort your bony ass anywhere again, ingrate," Pacey says that he wanted people to see her through his eyes that night, "to see this girl, this…woman, who has more class and intelligence and beauty and grace than anyone else who's walking the face of the planet." Oh, ick. Dial it back, Pacey -- you haven't even had sex yet! And Joey exhibited neither class nor grace with that tantrum she threw, so you might want to buy a dictionary. He blabbers on about these things coming out of his mouth because he's head-over-heels in love with her, but "the really scary thing is…[he thinks] that they're true." Blecch. Pass the toothpaste, I think I've got sixteen cavities all of a sudden. Joey smiles, gratified, and leans her forehead into his face, and he kisses her chunky bangs, and Joey finally apologizes, saying that she just wanted to impress these people "so bad," and to fit in, and she just "completely froze." Pacey tells her that it doesn't matter, but she protests that it does matter, that she's never wanted anything so badly before, and Pacey just fit right in with no effort at all. Pacey says that it's because he's got nothing "at stake here" and nothing to prove to the Worthington folk, and as Joey pouts all melted-wax face some more, Pacey tells her that that world is opening its doors to her, and when she steps through, she'll "be such an amazing part of" it, and she's doing Worthington a favor, not the other way around. More forehead touching. Joey says that Mrs. Witter should get a medal for raising "the perfect boy," and things like that come out of her mouth because she's head-over-heels in love with him and blah blah schmoopy blah "the scary thing is," she thinks it's true. Cut the cord, both of you. Kissing. NLNC barges in with the Jaws Of Life and pries them apart. I wake up. Pacey proposes that they go to the Leerys'.