Amy nods, wise and secure in her wisdom. She's not wrong, but it's only true from her specific angle, and that's something not even she's going to be able to hold onto for long. Still, it bears saying. It bears repeating, whether or not he can hear it, until everybody agrees that it's true. Because it's true: "You know, I don't think Jason's realized even half of what he's going to be. I wouldn't be so quick to judge. I think you might be surprised at what he's capable of." That is some oracular shit right there. Almost scary, how divergent the meanings of that could be.
Sookie considers her as she's leaving, and Arlene approaches. "Hey, Sookie. I've been meaning to talk to you... I've just been a mess lately. You know, with the kids and the double shifts and Rene and everything, it's been awful hard. And I've probably said some things that I don't mean, but ... That's the pressure talking. I love you like my own sister. I mean you know that, right?" Sookie's cautious, and I mean: this is weird, right? Except that we have to retroactively believe this relationship now, because Arlene's been sending out such negative vibes regarding Bill that she has been coming off as a total bitch. Paquin sells it, and thanks her, and offers to babysit. "I... I didn't... I mean..." Sookie laughs: "I heard you talkin' to Terry. I'm a better choice." Word. Arlene, grateful, agrees. "Rene's taking me to Ruston to see that Oak Ridge Boys tribute band!" Second only to Burning Man in the lexicon of personal hells for yours truly. Can you imagine? Sookie's like, "AWESOME!" and they giggle awhile.
Sam, thundercloud clearly visible over his head, pours his stock of TruBlood deliberately into the sink, a bottle at a time. Tara serves Hoyt his beer, and when he tells her how pretty she looks tonight, he earns a vicious "Fuck you" from our girl. Confused, he pouts: "I'm sorry, w...was that sexist?" Sam asks for a word with her in his office, and she goes without complaint; Hoyt's alone and sad again. "Hey, I get it. You said yourself hiring me might not work out. I piss people off." Her voice gets shaky: "If you wanna fire me, fire me. I totally understand." One more goodbye. Sam almost laughs. "No! You and I are the only ones who get it! It's everybody else who's fuckin' themselves up." He kisses her against the door, and she laughs, wrapped in his arms.
Sookie and Bill lie in a crisp white bed, later. "Doesn't it get old? I mean, you've been doin' it for over a hundred years. Doesn't it get predictable?" Not with you, he says obligatorily: "You're entirely different. And the beauty and the tragedy of it is... you don't know just how different you are." She gets brave enough to ask for pointers, and he scoffs. "There's nothing more natural than the act of makin' love." She smiles in thanks, and he's bewildered. "Who am I to try to change what comes naturally to you?" She looks at him, asking if there's one thing he would change. (PS: Do not do this unless you are dating a vampire from the Civil War, because it's totally stupid and if there were something to change, there are way easier ways to get that accomplished than talking about it that have the additional benefit of not getting your ass murdered.)