But oh, Eddie. Because you went further than people are supposed to go, in order to make your dreams come true. And in the end, you settled for a life like we all do, made up of equal parts frustration and least effort. It was the line of best fit, and it led straight here. Sick of trying, you decided not to try at all, and let them come to you. Only to find yourself in the same exact place: trapped, tied up, preyed on by beautiful boys. Forever.
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment/ Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.
Sookie's taking an order so she doesn't see Bill come in with the rest of them, but Tara and Amy go scared and still. "Bill? What's going on?" Everybody watches her, because she's in charge when this happens. She's the ambassador, as well as the scapegoat. We respect our possums even when we're destroying them, because they do the work we can't. "Wow," Eric breathes, "His place is even more depressing than I thought it'd be." Bill puts off Sookie's questions and asks for Sam, bewilderingly, and Tara, shivering, tells him Sam's in his office. Hoping all four of them will bounce. "Try to behave yourself," Bill hisses at Eric, who grins winsomely. "Don't I always?" He is sixteen feet tall, once he stands up off that throne.
Bill knocks and politely asks Sam for a moment; he thinks and lets him in. Chow follows, making it clear that's not up for discussion. "I have very little time, so I'll be brief. I've been called away and I need you to watch over Sookie, protect her while I'm gone." Sam's like, I am being Punk'd. "Don't expect her to be too keen on the idea. Sookie hates feeling like she doesn't have her independence." Sam asks him to stop telling him how Sookie is and what she's like, and Bill gets closer, because he knows how much it bugs him: "I also know how you feel about her, and I don't like it. But I'm asking you because you're the only one I can ask." Sam's eyebrows beg him not to go on. "You're the only person I know of who can protect her in my absence." Sam looks at the floor: no masks now. They are men, alone together, in the shadows, and what he's asking is bigger than love triangles or anything else; it's an acknowledgement of the shadows. "Of course I will. But I'll be doing it for her, not for you." He circles Bill and goes back to work on the books; Bill thanks the place where he was standing.