After the commercials, Helen's getting ready for bed while Will sits in the bedroom looking at the box of stuff Joan was pawing through earlier. He says he thought they threw all that stuff out long ago. Helen figured he might want to look back someday. Will: "Why would I want to look back at Richard? For what reason? You should have thrown it all out, Helen!" Well, then, I guess you're even. Helen's getting pissed: "Why did you leave it all up to me? I never liked getting dragged into this lie." Will says it's not a lie: "It's just a part of my life that's over. My family, the family I have now, that's what matters to me. That's all that matters to me now." Helen says she doesn't want to lie if Joan asks again. Will: "If you don't bring it up, she won't." Uh, sure. Will puts the lid on the box and says he'll just throw it out himself. Bet he doesn't, though.
Adam's alone in the music room at school, eagerly pawing through a bunch of old vinyl records. Just when I think I can't love him any more than I do. Joan comes in to practice the piano and sees him; his back's to her. She hesitates and says, "Hey." He glances around and returns the "hey" unenthusiastically. He's wearing a hoodie over a shirt Iris obviously picked out. Heh. Poor, sweet, confused boy. Sitting at the piano, she asks what he's doing. Adam: "Well, the up side of schools not having any money is they still have all this dope old vinyl." See, right there a reason to love the government for gutting education budgets. And you thought it was all bad. He says he's getting some Miles Davis for Iris: "She's never heard him." Joan: "Is that that trumpet guy you played me?" He says it is and stands up to show her a Miles Davis album: "Check it out: original pressing, 1961." I believe it's Someday My Prince Will Come. Joan says it's cool. She explains that she has to practice the piano, and warns him to try not to listen. He says he was just heading out. As he walks up the stairs out of the room, she stops him by saying, "I'm sorry for attacking your shirt. I was just a -- just a little, you know, shocked at the whole fashionista thing, and had this involuntary doofus response. But the shirts look great -- makes you easy to find in a crowd." Joan really needs to learn when to stop talking. Adam's slightly annoyed with this, and Joan says, "I did it again." She shakes her head in disbelief. Adam: "Listen, what -- what are we, Jane? I mean, we're -- we're not together, but it seems like we are sometimes." Joan: "I don't know. Maybe it's because we were, for, like, a second." Adam looks vaguely hurt at the memory, and also at the suggestion that it was only for a second, because clearly it was more than that for him: "Yeah." Joan says she doesn't want to mess things up for him and Iris. Yeah, nobody in this room believes that. Adam looks down. Joan: "I -- " She breaks off and says she has to practice. Adam: "Sure. Later, Jane."