"That first kill, it's got a way of making you feel like that's all you are. But you've got to know that you are still ... capable of goodness, and of heartbreaking generosity of spirit. And if you can cling to that with everything you've got, you're gonna be all right. I promise."

Hoyt's nature tells him to go home to Maxine and do whatever his momma tells him, until he's in the grave: "We can fight our natures together!" Always a bad idea, but this time? Impossible. It's too late. She's done it now. It's her nature now.

She locks the door behind her, and he leans against it. She can feel him there, and the blood in his veins. He can't feel her heat, because she has none. And when he's kicked the door and called her name and gone, weeping -- still ignorant of what she really is, still able to believe we can fight our natures, together or apart -- she'll make her way straight to the consequences, and pull that trapdoor open, as the sun is pulling at her, just below the horizon. Pulling her down, into the earth. And it will choke her, she will gag. But she'll climb into bed beside a body, and smell for herself what she's done, and in just a little while she'll be every bit as dead as him, for awhile.

Across the cemetery Sookie makes her way through the house, alerted to the sound of footfalls, and grabs the man in her kitchen, kneeing him in the balls in the cold half-light. "Unh! My family junk!" he says, chicken leg still held aloft, and she apologizes. "It's five AM, what are you doing eating my chicken in the dark?" He shakes his head: Couldn't sleep, too many holes in heads, and Gran doing handstands in her grave if she saw her house redecorated by a maenad, so he came to clean up. "And then I got hungry," he shrugs, taking a bite of chicken. After all, he figured she'd be with Bill anyway. Her face melts, ugly-crying, and she holds out her arms wordlessly to him. It's been a night.

They've been cleaning awhile, the sun's in the sky at last, by the time Sookie has told him about the werewolves. "Holy shit. Bigfoot? Is he real too? Santa?" She asks him to focus, explaining that there's nothing either of them can really do. "Every sound I hear, every time the phone rings, every shadow, I think it's Bill. I keep expecting him to come through the door and say... Sookeh."

And yes, it's as adorable as you might assume. Jason offers to visit Andy -- leaving out the whole werewolf part, I'm sure for at least an episode or two -- on her behalf, explaining that they went through "some pretty intense shit together during the whole Maryann thing," which he says he doesn't technically really remember, and though I'm still a little confused about how knows what, I think he's mostly lying, because of Eggs: "And don't even think about reading my mind, because I just wanna put all that behind me."