"What's that for?" Andy grouches as she sets up another couple of drinks. "It's your pity party. Only one you're getting from me, so suck it up." Andy thanks her, and she looks at him, and finally understands what it's like to just give. Not to get anything, not even to get off on being in a position to condescend: just to remember that kindness costs nothing and earns everything, that all of us are human and connected, creatures of God, that in our kindness to each other we redeem the lost and broken light in the world and in ourselves. "Don't thank me," she says, wholesome. Whole. "It's just easier for me not to hate you. Hating takes a lot of energy. And I'm saving mine up for all the good shit that's coming my way." She heads into the speech -- "...Because I am a good person, and I deserve good shit in my life..." -- and he cuts her off. "Yeah yeah, put it on a bumper sticker." Tara shrugs winsomely; they clink and drink.
When Sookie drops off his beer and burger, Hoyt Fortenberry sweetly asks what "Vampire Bill" is doing the celebrate the Vermont decision: "Some sort of vampire party?" Ha! The only reason nobody in Bon Temps knows what a dork Bill Compton actually is is because they keep killing the other vampires before they can explain it properly. Sookie's shy, she loves dorky Vampire Bill as much as I do: "Actually, we're celebrating together later." Hoyt asks her to pass on his congratulations, and swears if he met a nice vampire girl he'd be proud to have her on his arm. Points for effort, I guess. I certainly don't think it's a mistake that he's about ten times sexier than usual in this scene, now that Rene's dead and fangbanging isn't a sin anymore, now that his innocence doesn't need to be his primary characteristic; neither is it a mistake that his silver cross hangs aggressively outside his unbuttoned shirt, glinting at the camera the entire time.
Sookie laughs at the thought of Maxine Fortenberry welcoming a vampire daughter-in-law into the fold, which is pretty awesome if you consider the living hell on Earth she'd put a human girlfriend through especially, and Hoyt kind of laughs before a lightbulb as big as the sun goes off over his head, and he stumbles over his own words to get the idea out of his mouth as quickly as possible: "You know yeah I mean does Bill know anybody my age?" Sookie laughs and walks off, but he's serious. Hoyt Fortenberry. Not a fangbanger exactly, but between his Vitamin-Fortified Whole Milk vibe and giant man-crush on Bill, what do you call it? Fangcourter. Vampgentleman. Whatever is totally wonderful and devoid of yick, and just aching to get destroyed, that's what we'll call it.