It is my constitutional right as a soap fan to be both partisan and fickle on occasion, so I don’t feel even a little ashamed about admitting I made some embarrassing noises during today’s Liason scenes, even after all the hate I’ve lobbed in Jason’s direction lately.
I can’t help it, you guys! I mean, he’s still terrible? Obviously? But the two of them playing pool and teasing and being all insightful about each other’s feelings just stirs up all this nostalgia and affection. I HAVE SO MANY FEELS RIGHT NOW.
ELIZABETH: When you love someone and you see them slipping away, sometimes you just can’t think straight. I’m not placing blame, but there was a time when Sam was so desperate to hang onto you that she watched our son be kidnapped. She watched us frantically searching for him and said nothing.
JASON: She’ll always regret that.
ELIZABETH: And you’ll always regret this.
First of all, Sam’s transgressions against Jake — which were, indeed, terrible — are such a favorite talking point from a certain section of fans that I’m surprised we couldn’t all hear the mass shriek of vindication as Liz actually brought it up. But I loved that her point was not that Sam therefore deserved any terrible thing that happens to her in turn, but that people (especially soap people) often do awful things. And often they regret them. And sometimes they get forgiven anyway.
And then with all that pesky dead baby talk out of the way, it was time for a little gossip about Ewen! Who I feel I should mention, by the way, that I no longer hate. It would be good for Liz to have a guy who’s drama free for a little while. Besides, his kiss with her the other day was seriously adorbs. And it brought us this:
ELIZABETH: He’s more than okay. He’s being released and… we kind of have a date tomorrow.
JASON: A date?
ELIZABETH: Yeah. You know, I haven’t allowed myself to think of romance but I kind of like him. I mean, he’s–he’s nice, and he’s just. He’s thoughtful and kind and he understands me.
JASON: As long he understands that if he doesn’t treat you right, he’ll answer to me.
(What? Was this girl-talk perhaps inappropriately glib, given the situation? Do I care? PARTISAN AND FICKLE, PEOPLE.)
So anyway, in honor of all the nostalgia FEELS, I felt it necessary to break out some vintage pool playing and marvel at how tall everyone’s hair was:
Daaaaaamn. I still love them. That is all.
(Don’t worry, your regular Jason hatefest will likely resume tomorrow.)