But all's well that ends well! Dexter takes the boat out, disposes of Benny, and returns home. He finds Harry waiting for him, this time sans his warm, glowing, warming glow. Dex gives himself retroactive props for hiding Gomez so well, but Harry's more concerned with how Dexter's juggling his life. "You've got family, work, and a Dark Passenger who's always got one hand on the steering wheel," he says, to the delight of the Showtime marketing people. "I can do it," Dexter tries to convince himself. "I can manage all these moving parts." "Until you can't" says Harry. "Then what?"
Dexter has no answer for that one, so like anybody who doesn't feel like thinking anymore, he goes to sleep. And though we all might be vicariously hoping for a 30-hour slumber for our boy, Harrison starts crying the minute he closes his eyes. "Fuck." Okay, yes, frustrating. But if Dexter can't leverage a car crash and a concussion into Rita taking this late-night feeding, he's not nearly the evil genius he thinks he is.
Next: Dexter deals with his most persistent foe yet: the Neighborhood Watch.
Joe R is now going to take a loooong nap, because watching a guy that tired for so long takes its toll. While he sleeps, email him at firstname.lastname@example.org.