Joan's next stop is Adam's workshop, where she finds him welding away. He doesn't see her at first, what with the arcing and smoke and all. He takes off the mask, and eventually notices her standing at the door: "Jane." She waves and says hi. He wonders aloud, "Did I know you were coming by?" She says it's a surprise. He says okay. She comes in and says, "I haven't been a very good friend to you." Adam shrugs, "'Kay." She says it's not okay: "I mean, you were cranky for a reason. People should pay attention to things like that. I should have asked you if you wanted to talk or something." Adam says, "I don't need to talk. But thanks." He starts to fiddle with his sculpture again. Joan sits down across the worktable from him and says softly, "I know why you hate November." Adam glances up at her, and back at his work, his face contorting ever so slightly: "Who told you?" She says she was at the graveyard. He gives her a look, and she says it's a long story. After a pause, Adam explains, "I always, um...made her something for her birthday. She liked it. She said, um...'Don't buy me something. That doesn't tell me anything.' She said, 'This is like having a piece of you to take with me.' She said stuff like that." Joan's teary-eyed, and says, "You miss her." Adam says that making art helps: "You know, it's like she's watching me, and I know that sounds stupid, but..." Joan says, "You talk to angels." Adam's managed not to cry, but his eyes are watery. He says, "I'm glad you came by." Joan: "Me, too." Adam sniffles and goes back to work. Joan just sits and watches.

Helen's on the sofa reading On Death and Dying when Will comes home. She doesn't bother to hide the book this time. He says, loosening his tie, "Welcome to the longest week in my life." Helen says it didn't fly by for her, either. He sits down and she says, "I was proud of you today." He asks, "What you reading?" She shows him the cover and he asks, "Why?" Helen: "Because for me, sometimes, it's like Kevin died, and I need to deal with that." She's not smiling, so that's progress. Will says, "Helen..." She replies: "I know. I'm the one who's always preaching gratitude and moving on, and I was clinging to that so hard, and then it stopped working for me. I felt alone, and I, um...I talked to a priest..." To his slightly baffled look, she says, "I didn't want to bother you." Will: "That was the deal we made a long time ago. You get to bother me. You don't have to do anything alone." She apologizes for lying about the priest, and explains that's who she was having lunch with. Will puts his arm around her and says, "You come to me...not some stranger." Frink starts doing Godfather dialogue, but I shush him. Will: "Promise me." Helen's crumbling. After a moment, she whispers, "Our beautiful boy, Will." He wells up, too. "Our perfect, beautiful boy." They both cry as they embrace tightly.