Patience: Wow. Losing that snowball last week really got to you, didn't it?
Brian sees another couple in the corner, one guy jerking the other guy off. You can't see either of their faces. Brian -- curious (or most likely, bored) -- wanders over. He pulls off the jerkee's towel from behind and whispers, "Why don't you take off your towel and stay awhile?" The jerkee turns around. No. Way. It's Demon. Dr. David F'in Cameron has been literally caught red-handed by Brian in the baths. Patience is bemused as I do a victory lap around the apartment. There is a God, and my mother was right: He does love me. Oh, yeah, baby! You can just imagine the look on Demon's face when he sees Brian. Sah-weet! Brian looks down at Demon's crotch and then smirks, "What's up, Doc?" Wheeee!
The hospital. Ted, Emmett, and the doctor are in the waiting room. The doctor asks whether they know what Blake was on. Emmett, reading a magazine, mutters that it was crystal meth. On the doc's look, Emmett shrugs, "I can tell." The doctor says that they have Blake on an IV, and that they'll keep him overnight, but that he should be able to go home tomorrow. Ted thanks him, and the doctor moves on. As he gets up and puts on his jacket, Emmett sighs, "Okay, Nurse Nightingale, you did your good deed, just like a heartwarming episode of...something. Now let's get out of here." Ted says that they can't just leave Blake there. Emmett: "Like the way he left you?" Ted's like, well, what if something happens to him? Well, he's in the hospital, already, and that's kind of what they specialize in. Emmett asks why the hell Ted cares: "It's not like he's your best friend. You don't even know his last name!" Ted stubbornly sits down in a chair anyway. Emmett says he's going, whether Ted stays or not.
The Demon's Lair. The Demon skulks in, probably certain that a cell phone call from Brian has preceded him, telling Michael that his Master is a hypocritical, cheatin', two-timing, lying bastard hypocrite. Mike's in bed, and greets his favorite Hellspawn with a dopey smile. Damn. No phone call, I guess. Demon nervously asks when Mike got in. Mike says it was a little while ago. Demon -- is he sweating? Bonus. -- asks how Babylon was, "Did you see any cute guys?" Mike gets out of bed and grins that he didn't see any that interested him. Demon leans on the dresser for support. Mike asks Demon if he wants some milk and Oreos. Demon grabs him and kisses him, because he's a guilt-ridden piece of shit. He throws Mike up against the wall, pulls Mike's pajama bottoms down, and gets down on his knees. Mike's surprised, but under the circumstances, takes it very well.