Back at the party, Brian's Lesbians are helping Gus open his presents. They pull out a big yellow whiffle bat, and Lindsay crows to Brian, "Your son's going to be a baseball player!" Brian snaps, "Yeah, well, if you make a man out of him, I'm going to hold you personally responsible." But guess what happens? Can you guess what telegraphed-from- a-mile-away, heavy-handed, anvillicious event occurs? I'm sorely tempted not to even tell you. Fine. Okay. Justin's memory of prom night is triggered when he sees the phallic gender-specific toy. He starts to shake. He starts to wince. He starts to cower. Brian throws his arms around Justin in comfort, and Justin hangs on.
Later that evening, Melanie and Lindsay tear down the decorations. Mel asks Lindsay what she plans to do for Gus's second birthday, since this one went so well. St. L. snerks, "Leave town and stick you with it." Melanie laughs, and then awkwardly continues that the backyard would be perfect for a wedding. But the chuppah (which, for some reason, closed captioning insists on spelling as "chupeh" ["both spellings seem to be accepted" -- Wing Chun]) would look better by the rose bushes. Lindsay thought they weren't going to talk about it anymore. Melanie says that the little redhead made her change her mind. Redheads will do that to you. Especially after a couple of drinks. But I digress. Melanie realized that Gus would one day ask them the same question, and then he'd want to know why not, and then Melanie would have to answer that "straight people won't let" them. She says that that wouldn't be the whole truth, though: "We wouldn't give ourselves permission." Melanie gets down on one knee and proposes. Lindsay's touched, but tries to play it off. She's going to have to think it over. For about a second. And then she screams "yes!" and jumps into Melanie's arms. Melanie picks her up twirls her around, as they both laugh with glee.
La Maison du Kinney. Justin's sleeping, but wakes up when he hears Brian puttering around the kitchen. Brian takes an entire century to realize Justin's awake, and then walks over to the bed. "Better now?" he asks. Justin says that he is. Brian sits down next to him, amidst the artful blue lighting, and admits that Justin really freaked him out at the birthday party. Justin is surprised, because that's the way CowLip wants it. Brian nods, "It was like you got hit all over again." Justin says he remembered walking away: "And suddenly hearing your voice call my name, to warn me. You never told me about that." Brian shrugs, "I guess I forgot." Justin grins, "It's a good thing one of us remembered." They kiss. Justin reaches into Brian's shirt and pulls out The Scarf of Unmentionable Dysfunction. Neither of them acts like it's unreasonable, or scary, or pathological that he's wearing a scarf with Justin's two-month-old (eww eww eww!) dried blood on it, but as far as I'm concerned, Brian asked Dr. HDGB about the wrong patient. Anyway. Justin whispers, "I want you inside me." Brian asks if he's sure. Justin says he is: "Just take it easy." Brian asks, "Like the first time?" They begin to make love. Somewhere in Chicago, a gay bar erupts in cheers while Demian grinds his teeth and contemplates mass homicide. The camera pans down to the Scarf of Unmentionable Dysfunction on the floor. And that's a wrap, folks.