Jackie finally visits Lily hours after her surgery, making gawky ashamed small talk about the hospital food before Coop zooms into a reparative "Hey, what'd I tell ya? Surgery was a breeze! Was I right or was I right?" Lily was despondent, trying to be gracious, but offers Coop a zillion-watt grin, showing him the bullet. "Jackie, thought you left," he says offhandedly, which just makes it worse. "Are you afraid to touch it?" Lily asks him, and he grins. They make their plans and he leaves again. So does her smile.

Jackie asks to see the bullet, with a caring smile, and she nods. "That was in my brain. Which is fine, by the way." She breathes, with Jackie watching. "You said you were going to be there when I woke up," she says quietly. "It was the only reason I didn't completely lose my shit." Jackie doesn't drop the smile, as she apologizes, and offers to get rid of the bullet. "I want you to hang onto it." Jackie's not sure why. "Keep your fucking promises," she says, again with that near-exasperated sigh. Just up to the edge of snarky, without going over.

When your existence radicalizes and challenges the male/female dynamic on which our entire society is and has always been based -- whether you're gay or lesbian, or a man like Coop who understands on some level that things are fishy, or simply a woman who speaks above a whisper; like Lily, like Jackie, like Gloria Akalitus -- you have two choices. Ultimately you're the only one making the choice, and everybody else is doing whatever they're doing. But it's not a huge jump from there to realizing that we are in this together. Keep your fucking promises.

"Monkey bits for the ladies!" Kevin says, smiling at Eleanor for once, at the bar. "Ah, this may very well turn out to be my favorite place on the planet!" Eleanor giggles, and Kevin feels so expansive that he actually asks about Sarah. Jackie grabs her head like there's a bullet in her frontal lobe, while Eleanor looks around awkwardly. "What? I like her. She's great!" He realizes he's fucked up, and apologizes. She tells him it's fine, and they get into a bit of a dick-swinging contest about who's paying for the drinks. "I drink a lot," she says, but he's in her debt from a second ago, so he pushes harder: "I have a lot."

Jackie tells them they both win, and Kev nods and they do a shot. "Here's to us," he says, and thanks her for her performance at Show & Tell: "You were a big hit with the second grade. Probably helped us dodge a bullet from Protective Services." Jackie tells him not to kid, but she's grateful for the kindness behind it. Maybe what Kevin needs is to be friends with an Eleanor O'Hara, who doesn't give a shit about money or where you came from.