Jessica comes home, and things get very gross and sad.
Hoyt: "Where have you been? You know it's dangerous for vampires in this post-Russell Edgington situation of our world."
Jessica: "I know, I'm sorry. I have to talk to you about something frightful."
Hoyt: "First though let's talk about that creepster doll from the finale last year and exposit the strange -- the literally unbelievable -- fact that we threw it in the dump and in the lake and it keeps reappearing on our bed to symbolize our baby we will never have because you are a dead creature. But not notice how insane that is, because of how dolls don't do that."
Jessica: "I drank the blood of a truly attractive young man."
Hoyt: "Didja fuck 'im."
Jessica: "No, gross! I just sucked his delicious blood. In a toilet. In front of my stepmom."
Hoyt: "I feel like you have cheated on me in a way that doesn't have an exact real-world parallel."
Jessica: "That's how I feel too. But maybe it will be okay."
Hoyt: "No, I'm pretty sure I'm going to throw a massive shit-fit right now. I feel like I am dying inside of myself, in my giant beating heart."
Jessica cannot handle how bad this going, or poor wonderful Hoyt feeling betrayed, so she makes a call. A real bad one. And the worst part is that Hoyt knows what she's going to do before she does it, which means one second of terror because he knows that he, Hoyt Right Now, is about to die. And be replaced with a Hoyt almost exactly the same, but with some ingredients changed, like the last five minutes never happened. He sees that coming and begs her not to X him but she does it anyway, and then it's done. She has murdered or raped him in a way that doesn't have an exact real-world parallel. They have -- neither of them -- never been more in love, or more beautiful. It is sad and disgusting.
Sookie takes Eric down to show him his cubby, having talked Pam into paying her a shitload of money to hide him, and he is dressed like Eight Mile and it is sexy, and then they have an adorable meeting about like, who's more adorable, and how can they up their adorableness quotient, and things in that general semantic area.
Eric: "Whoa, this totally is my house! The spare but not cheap aesthetic of this hideyhole instantly resonates with my Scandinavian minimalism."
Sookie: "Uh huh. Don't get too motherfucking comfortable."
Eric: "But wait, so how come I own your house and you live here. Are you Mine?"
Sookie: "No sir."
Eric: "Are you Somebody's?"
Sookie: "I'd prefer not to discuss it. Those are fairy-fresh memories for me. Of sadness."
Eric, just violently cute: "Oooh, do you want to be Mine?"
Sookie: "Even with amnesia you have this like unerring sense of where the bruises are, so you can mash on 'em."