"I know I'm just... Andy. But we could be more. I would like to try." Nancy's eyes go tight again, and her tears dry up instantly. She laughs, and holds his hand, and rests her head on them.
And in the morning she'll smile, with her lovely handwriting setting out all the reasons she's leaving, all the ways she must protect herself from danger. And Andy will pack his clothes and his money, fresh from the shower, ready to leave it all behind, and Ignacio will be asleep at the kitchen table. And Nancy will finish the letter, and sign it, and by the time the sun rises on tomorrow, she and Shane will be somewhere new. Somewhere safer. And just as Andy's finally bounding into her room to whisk her away, to Copenhagen or Van Nuys, Esteban will answer his door, and smile down at Nancy, and at Shane, and she'll head into that house, between stone lions.
And because he loves her, Andy will understand; his heart will be broken in ink, but he'll know that until lately he was only ever one of the ones racing alongside her, trying to escape the bear. He'll know it was an inside job; that though nothing is ever exactly as it seems, nor is it otherwise. Because he loves her, Andy will understand that we're all just running from danger and the ways it takes form, and that most of the time we'd rather be anyone other than who we are today.
We could be more.
Next week: Doug becomes George Hamilton, CP might die, Esteban fights some kind of hipster and decides he's marrying Nancy, which causes problems with a lovely lady named Pilar.