In the kitchen, he finds Joan getting a mug of warm milk, and asks if he can join her. She says, "Sure, why not?" He asks why she can't sleep. Joan: "I don't know...something about my life being a big, hairy nightmare." Will: "Tell me about it." Joan does: "All my friends are mad at me. I have to surrender, even though I didn't do anything wrong. When is this kind of thing going to end?" Will says he'll let her know. Joan: "I mean, you would never let anyone push you around." She sits on the counter while Will puts his milk in the microwave and thinks about that. Joan asks, "Daddy, do you ever think about God?" He pauses before telling her, "No. I did too much thinking about him when I was young. My parents were very religious. They forced it on me. But it never made sense. Why was God mad at me? It wasn't my idea to create people and make them flawed." The microwave beeps and Will gets his milk out as Joan says, "It just makes no sense. I mean, he's always bugging me to do the right thing, and I'm like, 'If you're so big on the right thing, then why don't you just make it clear?'" Will looks puzzled and troubled by this comment. He turns to Joan and asks, "God is bugging you?" Joan, realizing her mistake, says casually, "Not me. People. What I mean is, if there's a right thing to do, a right way to be, why isn't it obvious? You know, shouldn't there be a clear choice?" Will responds, "I guess the point is...to figure out how you can do the most good." He walks over to Joan and holds her face in his hands, and then kisses her forehead. Joan says, "Yeah, you're the best person I know and you don't even believe in him." Will's caught off-guard by that, and looks into Joan's eyes. She looks back sadly as he asks, "I'm the best person you know?" She just smiles, almost embarrassed, and he hugs her.