Lurlene Butterman shakes Senator Finch's hand in Monroe, chit-chatting a moment more before Lafayette literally hip-checks her out of the way and grabs Finch's hand, pumping it slowly. "I am so happy and proud to shake the hand of someone with your values." Finch's face goes humble and cold, and Lafayette cocks his head. "Too often we're governed by criminals and hypocrites, don't you agree? But I can tell you're a man of virtues. And I applaud the effort you're making against the poor and disenfranchised, especially the vampires. And the gays." Finch tries to move him along but Lafayette pulls him closer, wearing a suit, beautifully male, jumping back and forth across the line as he does, and looks him in the eye. Eddie never learned to do this: "So many things can happen to bring down a fine personage such as yourself. You might want to be careful, you hear?" A cute camera intern tells them to look into the camera and smile -- Finch: "No. -- but it's done, the shot is taken, Lafayette slaps his ass subtly and leaves, having done a good thing and asked for his death in one breathe, and Finch, hilariously, breathes to himself, "Thanks for coming by..." So many scenes in this episode are about the conversations we keep having after the person is gone, aren't they? So much of this story is about the stuff we keep saying to people long after they've left us.
Amy's made a wonderful dinner for Jason; when he finally comes home and sees her in her lovely white dress, it all fades away. "Did you have to work late? It doesn't matter, I... I just..." He says no, straight up, that's not why he's late, and her loving smile sadly fades. "Didn't want to come home," he gruffs, and her heart breaks. "Okay," she says. Okay, this was unforgivable. She rearranged herself and her needs, threw out all the V, cooked a lovely dinner, made his house a home, and still no. Okay. "I was afraid you might've left," he says, which is one version of the truth, and Amy runs forward, stopping herself from jumping into his arms. "No, I want to be here. I want to be with you." He reiterates about the V, and she nods desperately. "I did what you said. It was all my fault, Jason. I'm so, so sorry." They make up, across a span of yards -- they touch without touching, even now. He pats his sweet belly and asks if she really made him dinner. "I'd do anything for you!" He knows it's true, his hands were covered in the proof, dripping off him like sweat. He's touched, nearly weeping, and takes her in his arms. She says they can make it right, and he hums his assent. They will put the world back together.