"You need to see a doctor," Tara says, and he reminds her that they can't even get him the drugs he already has, and that Uncle Cyrus has already been called into surgery. She lies down next to him, aching for company, and promises to take care of him, which sets off every PTSD and depression alert bell he's got. "Hooker, look. I'm not in the partying mood right now, okay?" She says she just wants to watch TV, lonely after all that time chez Maryann, and worried about him besides. "Bitch, look. You know I love you, all right? But I just spent two and a half weeks thinking I'm gonna die at any second. I ain't got it in me to take care of you tonight. All right?" He's only half honest here; the other half is shame and shock. She nods and goes to the door. "If you die, I'm gonna be really pissed." He agrees -- "That makes the two of us" -- and lies back down, blanket all the way up over his face.

Sam unloads a flat of tomatoes under Terry's angry gaze, and he interrogates his boss about whether not not -- hopefully not -- he's even still leaving. Sam goes into the back room, and Sookie arrives at the window, asking if there are lunch specials today. Good of her to show up for work once in awhile. He says he could make "Jailhouse Chili," and she asks if, like last time, he forgot the corn chips. Shouted profanity and a dropped knife are her answer; the pressure is on him again. "Right. We'll just call whatever this turns out to be Terry's Scramble. Scrambled Terry's Scramble..." She tells him to hush, because of all the people in Bon Temps she knows the fuzzy boundary between people thinking you are crazy and actually being crazy, and he sighs.

"I just don't know if I can do it, Sookie." Do what? "Run this place when Sam leaves town. It's too much pressure." She puts on a smile to cover her hurt. She wasn't there when he felt like saying goodbye, last night. And when Sam reappears, he's not feeling that way anymore. She follows him out to his truck, and there follows a tremendous fight, the basics of which are that Sookie is offended that he was skulking away because they are friends and she loves him, and that while she knows there was a moment where his doggie sunlight love was more attractive than Bill's twice-dead vanishment, ultimately she did apologize. Sam, give up now! You are in the no-spin zone! Even if you quote Balzac and Shakespeare and all them other highfalutin' Greeks, you have no chance!