Jessica calls Hoyt, who is wearing matching pajama top and bottom in a winning blue check pattern, where they got that much fabric I honestly have no idea, but just when you think that the image of Hoyt Fortenberry in matching PJs alone is like the cutest thing ever, he puts down the comic book he is reading aloud to himself and answers the phone like so: "You're talking to the Man!" Yes, yes you are. The more infantilized and slightly tardy Hoyt becomes... I won't finish that sentence, but I will keep worrying about this, quietly and to myself. It's a good thing he's twelve feet tall or I'd feel like a real creep. Momma Maxine comes in yelling and shit and he locks her out of the room, and then they both fall sideways on their respective beds and basically their conversation is like, "Shmoo boo-buddy-boo?" "Schmoo, lalaloo."
It goes on for awhile, and it is totally adorable in that Pleasantville way you used to think was all dating was about, and then he reads his comic book to her, because he is perfection in human form: "Okay, so it's called Space Tomb. And this time they're on the planet Historion, and Sea Leopard's just pitchin' a fit..." Move over, Saracen, we have ourselves a winner.
Jason's asleep just down the hall from his parent/cult-leader/future fuckbuddies the Newlins when a big scary rough dude named Gabe comes in and throws him on the floor, blasting an arena horn and tossing LODI sweats at him. Cut immediately to the terrorist bootcamp arm of the Light Of Day Institute Home For Wayward Idiots, where the guy Gabe is yelling and yelling and the napalm in the morning and the failure to communicate and things of this nature, and Sarah's there in her cute tog-waisted butter-yellow sweats as though they should have expected this, which frankly they should have because they are in a cult. Gabe makes Jason do some pushups for Jesus, and Luke laughs so then he does pushups also for Jesus, so then Jason has to do his pushups one-armed, because even in the early AM he knows that Luke must be destroyed... With fitness.