Jason's doing an upper-body workout alone in his room, rolling his wheelchair laboriously back and forth along the narrow lane between his and Herc's beds. He notices a photo of Herc, looking victorious in a track outfit in his more bipedal days. Herc himself comes in and compliments Jason's progress, giving a rueful chuckle when Jason asks him how long ago the picture was taken. "A while back," he non-answers. Which is good, because it looks like the prop department snapped it and had it framed that very morning when the actor playing Herc showed up for call. Jason asks Herc what his injury was, and is told, "Same as you. C7-T1. We got our fingers. We're the lucky ones around here." Jason doesn't feel so lucky right now, but Herc isn't in the mood for any more inspirational smackdowns, now that they're buddies and all. "It's all relative, QB," he says gently, and starts to head out again. So he just stopped into his room to... look at Jason? Okay. Before he goes, Jason asks Herc how long it took him to start playing quad rugby. Herc turns back and tells him it was about a year, including six months "drowning in a sea of self-pity." Jason quietly latches onto that six-month figure. Which is handy, because that should fall right around the season finale. Jason thinks about this possible new lease on life, how he can still be an athlete, how he has a future after all. Something to look forward to. Maybe things aren't so bad.
Meanwhile, his girlfriend is getting dressed after having a bunch of dirty, naughty sex with his best friend in Riggins's bedroom. Tim asks her about her school work, but she blows him off, telling him not to bother pretending to be interested. He says he's just trying to have a conversation, and then she gets all sweetly nasty on him: "What do you want to talk about, Tim? The fact that you're sleeping with your paralyzed best friend's girlfriend?" That shuts Riggins up right quick. Not that that's hard, considering that "shut up" is more or less Riggins's default state. I wonder if we'll ever find out what happened to him to cause his paralysis of the mouth, because anyone with a functional tongue would probably point out that Lyla is the one sleeping with her paralyzed boyfriend's best friend, which is probably worse. She's the one in the relationship, after all, not him. "No, I don't think we're going to be doing a lot of talking," she says. Of course not. This way, when Jason inevitably finds out, she can tell him that it was just sex. Way to think ahead. Stopping briefly at the mirror, where she doesn't seem to like what she sees quite as much as she's used to, she leaves without another word. Left alone, Riggins just hits something and flops back on his bed.
Tami knocks on the door to Taylor's office, where he's sprawled out in his chair with his shoes off, reviewing practice tapes. She asks if he's going to be home for dinner tonight, and without even bothering to turn around and look at her, he says he doesn't think so. She goes for a funny guilt trip, but Taylor's not in the mood, so she comes in and sits down next to him. They ask how each other's days were. Tami's was fine, because we're not watching Thursday Afternoon Fluorescents here. As for Taylor, he complains that everyone's calling him indecisive. Tami offers to help him decide, so in a prickly (if not prickish) tone, he tells her to make the call and take it out of his hands. "Start Saracen," Tami says. He says he can't. "Start Voodoo," she says, and he snaps that he doesn't want to. "Start me," she deadpans, and that finally improves his mood. He laughs, saying he'd love to. And he says it affectionately, so I'm pretty sure he's not saying that he'd like to see her get turned into pink glue on the field. She tells him he's not going to be happy either way, so he should just decide and come home to his family already. But Taylor says he still has a problem, which is that Matt is good for the team, has come through in practice, and "I trust him, he trusts me." Voodoo, not so much. "But I believe he can win this game for us." Tami says that sounds like a decision to her.