Back at the airport. Walking down the concourse, David says that he thought he and Hank could go whitewater rafting this summer. Hank tells him that he'll be going to baseball camp. David says that they could go hiking at Thanksgiving, but Hank's going to his grandparents' house. David says, okay, that takes us to Christmas, and Hanks shouts, "You just don't get it, do you?" David says that Michael told him Hank wasn't having a very good time, and David didn't want to believe him; it's just that he was trying really hard to.... Hank says that that's just it: "You just try too hard." David says that he doesn't get to see Hank that often: "For those few days that I'm lucky enough to have you, I just want it to be something special. Something so that you'll remember me. So that you won't forget me." Hank replies, "When I'm with you, I'm getting away from Mom and Gary, and all that bullshit and stress that happens at school, and I just want to hang out, and not have to worry about doing something every single minute of my day." David nods, "You mean just like lying around, reading comics?" Yeah. Like that. Hank's plane is called. David says that he'd better run along, and call him when he gets home, no matter how late. Hank thanks Mike for the comic and gives him a hug, then gives David a bigger one. Cool kid. He can come back. I don't mind. As Hank walks off, Mike grins that he kind of likes being a stepmother, and David grins, "For someone who never had a father, you sure do know a lot about being one." Mike replies, "Well, I just imagine what I'd want a dad to be like if I did." Mike adds that they have the house all to themselves, so what does David feel like doing? (Hint, hint.) David shrugs, "I don't know. Laundry? Bookeeping?" Mike's like, uh, huh, "Try again, stud."
Brian's. Brian's getting undressed, and St. L.'s busy tearing him a new one: "You gave me your word! You swore I could trust you with him." Brian says that the new one TLFKAM tore him hasn't healed yet. Now he has two new ones, which is about two too many in order to function under normal parameters. Lindsay yells, "You say you want to be his fucking parent, then be his fucking parent, but don't tell me that you're going to be there when you're not! You've never been there for anyone other than yourself!" Multiple thousand-dollar checks notwithstanding, of course. There's a knock at the door, and a voice calls, "Hey, sonny boy! Anyone home?" Brian walks into the living room, and there's Pop Kinney. Brian asks him what the hell he wants. Pop says that he'll only be a minute; he found an old picture of him with Brian when Brian was a baby, and wanted his son to see it. Brian marvels that his father is actually smiling in the picture, and Pop Kinney snorts, "It's a photograph -- isn't that what you're supposed to do?" Brian drops the photo on the ground and says that he doesn't want it. Pop replies that Brian might change his mind after he's gone. Brian: "I doubt it." Brian walks back up into the bedroom platform. Pop calls after him, "You know, you can really pack a wallop for a fairy. Just don't tell your mother, you understand?" He shuts up when he sees Lindsay sitting on the bed. She reintroduces herself, but Pop remembers, and asks her to call him "Jack." Brian snorts, "You still think you're a ladies' man?" Pop ignores him and tells Lindsay, "You have yourself a beautiful son." He turns to leave, but Brian stops him: "There's someone else I want you to say hello to." Brian picks up "Gus" and tells Pop that he's his grandson. Pop, being old-school, is understandably confused, but Brian says, nope, this is my kid, all right. Lindsay asks whether Pop would like hold him, and Pop's delighted. "Gus" looks at him like, "Wow. You're old. And I really still don't know what the hell I'm doing here." Brian picks up the picture he dropped on the ground, and looks back and forth between it and his own father and son.