They talk, I don't know what they talk about. It's all quite limp and noodly and shorthandy and strange, because that is how they roll. They are not wordsmiths, or at least Audrina is not, although within Justin Bobby is the poetry of ages, of such strong stuff he doesn't even really have to say it aloud: His mere existence is the poem. We almost forget that every building is a shop and every person is a shopper, but I think what happens is that Audrina makes a list. She has learned things from having experiences, seems to be the gist. The list-gist.

Next week, in the 100th episode, everybody goes to the jungle and JB and Audrina are fabulous, but Brody fucks things up with Kristin just enough for her to pick up some rando, which is exactly I think what Brody was going for, so their bloody little game of a thousand cuts can continue forever and ever, but that's the jungle and that's a week from now. Ages. Ryan Cabrera will be a decade older by then, and Howie Day will have learned to play that one song Ryan knows how to sing, and McKaela will sleep with one or both of them, maybe at the same time, and Allie will break into a house and steal not heirloom jewelry, but a heart. And then she will go to prison.

For us, here, now, let's just be cool and say "Peace" as those two lovers find their way back to each other across an expanse as white as the sands of Costa Rica and wide as Ryan Cabrera and narrow as the space between two hearts that know just which rocks to kick, as they chat and they snuggle as the sun is setting, and a pretty OneRepublic type of song plays just for them and for their love, as they sail on and on into a glorious future beyond the bullshit that never ever ends, it just gets brighter and more noodly and more perfectly unwittingly the best thing they could ever have or do. And there will be no tears at all, and around every corner there will be no clowns at all, and they can just be cool with each other and mutually enjoy their company, taking one another for who they are and the persons they are and the hearts that they have, and nobody will ever interfere with that again.