Indoors, Joey's just coming out of the bathroom; when she hears Dawson's voice outside, she grabs her bag and scuttles back into the bathroom to hide.
Downtown "Wellfleet." Jen and Jack arrive at the poetry reading to stalk Tom Frost some more. Jack wants to leave; Jen is adamant. Jack tries to talk sense into Jen, and fails. Jen remarks that Jack doesn't "have the highest opinion of psychiatry." "With my family history?" Jack snorts. Somewhere in the French Alps, Continuity mails a postcard as Jack goes on to say that Jen will forgive him if he doesn't think therapy is "foolproof." Not all therapists know "what they're doing," and any therapist who dates his patients is not a good therapist. Jen shushes him, whispering that she's not "trying to date him." Jack confirms that she "absolutely" doesn't have a crush on Tom. Jen says she doesn't, and wants to know why Jack is "asking me all this," and Jack PSAs that it's "not uncommon" for people to develop "a thing for their shrinks." "That's not what's happening here," Jen sniffs. Jack asks why they bothered to come, then: "Why do you need this guy to like you so much?" Jen says, not very convincingly, that she doesn't need Tom to like her. Jack doesn't believe her.
Pacey gets off the phone with Doug; Gretchen did stay there the night before. He asks Dawson, "Problem solved?" and Dawson says yes, and he tells Pacey to tell Gretchen he stopped by, but then changes his mind and says not to tell her; Dawson will just "see if she calls." Pacey eyes Dawson, then offers to intercede with Gretchen on Dawson's behalf if they had a fight. Dawson sighs that they didn't have a fight: "I just think she's seen the light. But, uh, thanks." He slumps out. Pacey sighs himself, then turns around to see Joey staring at him all worried. "I'll be right back," he tells her. "Great," Joey smiles fakely. Pacey leaves. Joey rolls her eyes and looks nervous. Shut up, Joey.
Poetry reading. Jack gives Jen shit about Tom not coming, and how Tom isn't there and "never was gonna be" there, and Jen snaps that okay, Jack wins. Jack wants to leave. "You know, would it kill you to sit and listen to some poetry?" Jen hisses. Jack pretends to think that over before saying, "Yeah. Yeah, it would." Hee hee! Jen rolls her eyes and starts to get up, but no sooner have their butts left couch orbit when Jen looks up to see Tom Frost. "You saved me a seat," Tom snarks. Heh. Jen and Jack pretend that they were just moving over to let Tom sit down, and Tom settles onto the couch and shoots Jen a friendly look; Jen shoots an about-to-start-giggling-hysterically look back. The reading begins, and we pan over to Jack, who has a truly hilarious expression of annoyed boredom on his face. He glares at Jen, who smiles sweetly back at him.