"Don't you try to glimmer me, Amy warned me about that." Eddie shakes his head, because that's not what's going on at all. Or that's all it ever is: looking deeply enough into somebody else's eyes that you can see their good parts and their bad parts, and love the gold between them, no matter how bad it gets. "I'm too depleted to glamour you. That's something I haven't quite mastered yet, anyway..." Jason's surprised, like becoming a vampire doesn't come with instructions and a toy kit. Like being an adult, or becoming a man. "Learning to be a vampire doesn't happen overnight any more than learning to be a man does." Jason looks away, accepting that, and Eddie pushes a little bit: "You gonna marry her?" You gonna be the kind of man who matters, who other people depend on? The kind of man who deserves to be saved, because he has a family?
"I don't know. We haven't been together that long. But..." He grins, with a shared secret. "Just between you and me? I could really see her being the one." Eddie shakes his head, determined to play this out, to keep talking no matter how bad it gets or how many shapes Jason assumes, to play through. Because if he saves Jason, he won't die either. "Don't do it. Don't marry her." Jason screams and bitches, and Eddie just closes his eyes and keeps going. "She's a psychopath. She is. She is far more dangerous than I could ever be." (Which is exactly what she needs to be, to fix Jason. I wasn't recapping Weeds back then, but Amy Burley is U-Turn. That's literally all she is. And not to seem stereotypey, but that coincidentally makes Lafayette the Heylia, which tracks even better. Amy's going to save him by destroying him, watch.) Jason, cornered and caged, kicks out at Eddie and runs away, for more beer. Eddie stares up at him, watching as Jason turns him back into an animal, behind his eyes. "While I'm gone, keep your fucking howling to a minimum." So the eightball says try again later, I guess.
Tara shoves the money against Sam's chest, and he ushers her into the office to ctually discuss it. "You can't tell me I'm keeping it!" she shouts, and throws it down on the desk; they agree that they are a pair of stubborn sons of bitches. "You ... really believe you have a demon in you?" Tara begins to cry, looking down. Is it really a demon? Does it matter? How many times, do you think, has she tried the mirror trick since we saw her last? What do you think happened? "I think I got something inside me that is... scared. And pissed off, and mean..." He nods, and they say it together: "And fucked up." She's got something in her, like a beast or an animal, that makes funny sounds in bed, and gets scared in a way that doesn't brook words, and angry in a way that makes no time for thinking, and gets mean when it's hungry, or when it gets denied. Most of all, I mean to say, the thing inside Tara gets howling rabid mad, chainlink barking mad, postman-biting mad when its territory is threatened. And that's like all of us too, but more like Sam than most.