Gloria informs Harvey that his chair belongs in Admitting, and Jackie tells her lightly to back off. "Did I ask him to go anywhere? Sir, did I ask you to go anywhere?" He acknowledges a bit fearfully that she didn't, and Gloria leaves again. Zoey comes immediately barreling around the corner with a cart, and giggles out an "Excuse me!" that she has to explain to the incredibly prickly and protective Jackie was an "almost bumped into you" excuse me and not a "please move" excuse me. Harvey, for no real reason -- especially since we just had this scene with the previous patient -- clears his throat, all, "Excuse me, I'm right here," and Zoey assures him that here is a perfect place for him to be. She even offers to bring him a Diet Coke or a meal tray or maybe some Ensure. Can you imagine what her cats' lives are like?
Coop assumes he's the new handyman, but Jackie -- her best friend is nearly a lesbian, you see -- explains prickily that Harvey is a paper hanger whose husband's in respiratory failure. Intrigued and delighted, Coop welcomes him grandly to All Saints, and Harvey says he is nearly but not quite pleased to meet him, given the circumstances. "It might comfort you to know that I have two moms," Coop says in a flesh-crawling sotto voce way, and Harvey feigns ignorance as to why, because wouldn't you? The need in Coop's eyes goes all the way back, man.
Now, even though this show is built on random serial occurrences in a given hallway or hallway intersection -- even given the fact that we're at the nurse's station -- we are pushing it. Because Thor immediately appears to explain that Coop is quote "a mess," which: Girl, and then thank Harvey for "paving the way." And so now Harvey has a whole other thing to be self-righteous about, and he goes for it. "Can I not be gay right now? Can I just be a guy whose spouse is dying? Can I have that, please?" And I mean, I feel you on this.
But that feeling that it's 1995 and we're all wearing pink triangles and demanding to be taken seriously -- but not so seriously that it's stigmatizing -- and wanting to be special -- but not so special that it's weird -- and so angry at undefinable things that we're throwing condoms around the Vatican and chanting SILENCE = DEATH and all of these things, that feeling is not going anywhere. And maybe it's a generation gap thing, but I'm not sure what I'm supposed to feel about all this. Isn't it a good thing that Harvey's constant protest about every single thing that happens feels a little archaic, not to say annoying? Isn't it a good thing that our high-handed rhetoric in 2010 is mainly about something as retarded as the right to get married? Can I not be gay right now is a powerful and meaningful statement, but it goes for all of us, and all of us watching this show gay or not, and I gotta say Harvey's being gay in a really lesbian way right now.