Later, Pacey dangles his legs off a dock. Andie walks up and asks him how it went. Pacey looks at her, and, after a beat, says that it went as well as could be imagined: "They suspended me for a week. Why'd you bother coming down here?" Andie says it's because she cares about him. Pacey regards her a moment, and says, "Do you?" Andie recoils and says, "What kind of question is that?" Pacey says, "It's a reasonable one, Andie. Hey, do you have any idea what I went through today? How much I needed your support?" Andie says, "Pacey, I can't support every thing you do." Pacey says, "I don't want you to agree with every decision I ever make. The world would be a boring place if you did. But what I am asking for is to know some way, somehow, you're there for me." Andie says, "How. Dare. You. I challenge one action of yours, and you throw it in my face like it's some sort of weakness?" Pacey says, "It's not just me; you weren't there for your brother Jack, either." Andie says, "Oh yes I was. I apologized to him and I came to apologize to you too, but for some reason I was struggling with it all the way down here. That reason has suddenly become crystal clear: Jack is innocent, Pacey. What's happening to him right now he has no control over, but you? You knew what you were doing in that classroom." Pacey can't contain himself at this and yells, "What would you have me do? Just stand there and let Peterson do that to him when I knew the whole time --" Andie yells back, "There are other ways of handling --" as Pacey yells over her, "-- that it was my fault? Andie, it was MY FAULT."
Pacey's voice breaks as he explains: "Peterson knew that he couldn't get the best of me, so he went after your brother. If I hadn't instigated him that day, none of this would have ever happened. That's why I had to stop it, however I could. I had to stop it." Andie says, "Why didn't you tell me that you felt responsible?" Pacey says, "Because, Andie, you didn't want to hear about it. You just wanted me to clean up the mess, and there are some messes you just have to live with." Andie blinks at him. Pacey says, "I'm going to go home now." As he walks past her, Andie asks, "Do you want me to come with you?" Pacey says, "No. Not tonight." Andie watches him go with a stricken look. I have no response to that, other than to say that Andie could use some sensitivity pills along with her Zanac.
Elsewhere on the docks, Joey walks into the Icehouse out of uniform and greets Jack, who asks where she's been, since he's been covering both shifts. Joey decides this is an opportune time to ask, "Are you gay?" Without turning around from his countertop swabbing, Jack says, "Excuse me?" Joey walks toward him, babbling: "Are you gay? I mean, you don't have to answer right away; I just had to ask right away, because it's been building up in me, and there's just no easy way for a girl to ask her boyfriend if he's gay, but I just asked, and I know that you already told me the poem wasn't about a guy, but I just feel like when we discussed it, we never really discussed it, and I never really asked the one important question that you can feel free to answer at any minute now --" At this point, Jack finally breaks in and says, "No, no, I'm not gay." Joey breathes, and runs her hands through her hair and says, "Okay. You don't know what a relief that is. I mean, not that I care -- I would have dealt with it fine, I promise -- it's just, you know, who wants to deal with all the obvious and not-so-obvious issues of a girl who's dating a guy who turns out to be gay, and it's just so hard, and --" Jack takes her face in her hands, and she shuts up again, and they kiss to a soundtrack of Hootie. Jack's all macho: "Do you feel better now?" Joey says, "You don't even know. Could you do me a favour?" Jack says, "Yeah, what?" Joey says, "No more poems? For a little while?" Jack says, "You got it. No more poems." They gaze lovingly at each other some more, and then kiss in that way that only a boy and his beard really can, and then she puts her head on his shoulder, and he decides that the best thing to say to her, post-clinch, is, "I'm not gay, Joey. Okay?" Joey breathes, "Yeah." As the Hootie swells, "Only lonely on the inside," the camera closes in on a near-hyperventilating Jack, his face locked in nausea and dread and denial.