Tom's ready for bed, and crawling in with Lynette, who's already asleep. He wakes her by kissing her shoulder, and she wonders what's going on. He reminds her of the pact. She thought they already did it tonight, but he says no. She says they're all blurring, and she'd like a rain check since she's exhausted and has a 7 a.m. meeting. She says she'll take a long lunch and he can do her twice at work tomorrow. He tells her this is important, so she relents, but asks him to make it quick. He tells her she can't rush an artist. He kisses her and then starts kissing her chest, and by the time he's to her stomach, she's snoring. He looks up at her, and maybe it's just me, but he looks annoyed. The next morning, she tells him she doesn't have time for breakfast. He says that's good, since he didn't make her any. She'd like coffee, though, so he tells her to make it herself. She wonders what the problem is and he reminds her she fell asleep during sex. Well, they weren't technically having sex, but whatever. She asks if it was good, but he says he didn't finish. She apologizes and says she was exhausted. He says all she had to do was lie there and adds, "Like you usually do." She says she'll let that go since he's upset. He says it's true: She's been so tired from work that he's been doing all the "heavy lifting." Wait, is there lifting involved? Do I want to know? She says he's being irrational, so he brings up the book. She mocks the book, since he bought it at a garage sale. He says she's right, that all of his ideas are stupid and he should stick to chores. She tells him to get to work, or she'll be late.