Tim is sitting in a lawn chair in the yard, drinking a beer, wind blowing his hair, listening to the Texas grasses sway. Ahhh. That's one nice setting. Ruined of course by Becky "Daddy Issues" Sproles coming out and sitting next to him. He asks how it went and she tells him she got second runner up. He clarifies, "That's third, right?" and tries to make it sound okay until she says "Third place sucks" and he agrees. She asks how his day was and he says that it was weird, "I saw somethin' that, uh....Rather, I saw someone see somethin' that, uh....you ever just feel completely useless?" And, oh, isn't that how it feels when you are around someone grieving? And Becky has it wrong when she says that Tim is not useless-- because in the case of Matt's deep grief? He kind of is. I mean, the beers on the field were a good thing, they were the right thing to do. But there is nothing that Tim can really do for Matt-- that work that he's doing is his alone to do, and that is the sad thing about being sad. The only way out is through, but you're the only one who can do the work. Well I could sit here for a while more and ruminate on grief and all the big metaphysical things this show makes me think about except for Becky has to go and lean in and kiss Tim Riggins. Becky! Down! This girl is like a naughty dog. Tim kisses her back for about a beat, but then puts a stop to it, says "NO. This can't happen, no" and gets up and goes to his trailer.

Cut to Becky stocking up on junk food and beer at the convenience store. She thrusts it all at the sales clerk who asks her if she's got ID. She deepens her drawl and says that it's for her momma who isn't feelin' too good. He insists on ID and then WELL HELLO. A shirtless Luke comes shuffling out of the bathroom telling the clerk that he's almost out of soap. And remember that stuff I said up there about being okay with being a responsible woman and not a reckless girl anymore? STRIKE FROM THE RECORD. Seriously. Matt Lauria. Where did you come from? He gives the clerk the bathroom key back and says "Hey, Becky right?" She remarks on the red welt from the paintball shot, and the clerk tells him he needs to buy something. Luke smoothly says that Becky's stuff is his, shows his fake ID and gives him some money. They leave the store and she thanks him. He introduces himself and she's like I know who you are. Becky walks off but Luke calls after her, "Hey, you want to go to the car wash? I gotta go to the car wash. I mean look at that thing." And he is just so charming and boyish standing there like he doesn't know that he is everything good and terrible about being a teenager (or, well, being a twenty-something playing a teenager) coming together in a ginormous supernova of carefree-lust-smelly-feet-goofy-jokes-confusion-late-night-bonfires.