Dawson wants to know why, if she isn’t crushing on him, there’s a problem, and Joey basically says that the two of them are changing, and if they don’t recognize that, "the male-female thing" will get in the way. Dawson says that that "doesn’t apply to us -- we transcend it." "Transcend"? Joey asks how. Dawson: "By going to sleep. I’m tired." Joey, turning to leave again: "That’s avoidance." Dawson, reclining on the bed: "No, it’s proof -- proof that we can still remain friends despite -- any mounting sexual theoretics." "Theoretics"? Joey doesn’t "think it works that way." Dawson says, "Come on, don’t get female on me, Joey -- I don’t want to have to start calling you ‘Josephine,’" and Joey takes the bait and pounces on him, and they tickle each other all stagily, and Dawson pins her and she gives up, and Dawson says, "We’re friends, okay? No matter how much body hair we acquire? Deal?" and Joey nods and says, "Deal," and Dawson makes her promise that they don’t have to talk about this again, and Joey says, "You got it. Cool," and shrugs out of her jean jacket, but her face doesn’t look like she’s "cool" with it. They both crawl under the covers fully clothed and bid each other good night, and Joey scoots all the way over to the edge of the mattress and looks perturbed, and as the camera pans up to show Dawson hogging three quarters of the bed, Dawson asks, "Why’d you have to bring this up, anyway?" I wonder what took her so long, myself, but anyway, fade out.