Joey closes her eyes, exhausted, as Dawson admits that he didn't suggest the alternaprom to help Jack, "it was about [her]," and he says that maybe he tried too hard ("maybe"?), but "I didn't want to miss my chance to dance with you, to hold you, to make you remember what it was like between us." Oh, barf. Dawson thought maybe if he made it perfect . . . Joey, looking sad, says bitingly, "That I would pick you? Say it, Dawson. You thought that if you orchestrated this whole evening that I would be convinced into picking you over Pacey, right?" "You have to pick somebody, Joey," Dawson says coldly, flapping nostrils darkening the lower half of his colossal face. "I just wanted to remind you of what you'd be missing if you didn't pick me." Yeah -- emotional blackmail. Whatever, dicksmack. Joey hangs her head; I can't believe Dawson's brand of bullshit works on anyone over the age of eight, but I guess it does, because she starts to cry. "'Cause you'd be missing a lot," Dawson adds softly. "Joey, you'd be missing everything." She raises her head to look at him, and he draws close to her and kisses her. Bleeeccccccch. After he pulls away, she stares at him, looking like one of those bugs that nature programs show getting stunned by poisonous frogs, and he says smugly, "That's how the evening was supposed to end." He walks away from her really stiffly, as if he has a pole up his -- oh, right. Never mind. Joey stares after him with Droopy-Dog face some more. Buck up, little camper!

Ryan Home. Jen snarks at Henry. Henry tries to reason with her. Jen won't hear it. Henry speaks for the entire audience by saying, "You know, I hate it when you do this -- you get extreme about the future of our relationship at the first sign of one of your insecurities," like, TELL IT, HENRY. Jen says it isn't about her insecurities, it's about Henry's "cowardice," like, WHATEVER, Jen. He's maybe fifteen years old, his parents probably made these arrangements months ago, it's only for the summer, and since you probably won't end up marrying the guy, STEP BACK. Good GRIEF. Anyway, she keeps haranguing him -- she planned their whole summer and he didn't even think about her, she made herself vulnerable to him, blah dee blah. Henry says again that his going to football camp has nothing to do with her, and Jen says, "Exactly," and pouts that, "if this were a real relationship," he would have chosen what to do with his summer based at least in part on her. Henry just stares at her, and I feel for the guy; she's way over the line here. "Good night, Henry," she says, and makes to go into the house. Henry finally says he can't take her volatility anymore, adding, "You walk in that house, and it's not just goodnight -- it's goodbye." Choking back tears, Jen says, "Goodbye," and slams the door in his face. Oh, please. Run away, Henry!