Oh, right, you’re not. MY BAD.
(Ways to tell Dante Falconeri cannot be a real, actualfax human being: he exhibits preternatural calm, understanding, support and unconditional forgiveness while acknowledging all of his own mistakes and flaws with perfect humility. Also, he has very pretty eyes. Maybe he’s a robot, sent from future to make all other significant others look bad in comparison?)
(THAT WOULD NOT BE THE LEAST PLAUSIBLE THING TO EVER HAPPEN ON THIS SHOW. I’M JUST SAYIN’.)
LULU: You don’t owe me anything.
DANTE: I’m your husband. If you’re happy, I’m going my job; if you’re miserable–
LULU: I’m not miserable! I’m not miserable. And my problems are mine.
DANTE: You don’t have problems. You were living your life. I just got a little bit controlling.
LULU: Okay, you were a little controlling. But I, you know, I was the same way. When you were shot, I was upset that you were going back to work so soon.
DANTE: I should have remembered that, and how much I didn’t like that and know that you wouldn’t like it either.
LULU: Dante… oh my God, you’re allowed to have an opinion!
DANTE: Here’s my opinion. I will support you through all your plans, and all your dreams. Just like you support me through mine. Our marriage isn’t perfect. I don’t know whose is. But if you–if you are willing to work at this a little bit, then give it a try. I think we’ll have an amazing life together.
So anyway, consider this your official Dante Falconeri appreciation post. I haven’t actually written much about Dante and Lulu for a while — not out of any particular lack of interest or anything. They’ve just been kind of doing their solid, back burner thing, and that’s fine. Everyone can’t have a major story all the time.
But I won’t lie: their growing marital distance has made me a little sad. And when Lulu hid Heather’s letter from him the other day, I literally facepalmed, because I could see more contrived drama coming a mile away.
Except, no! Instead we such a lovely and surprisingly honest, mature conversation (one of these days, I’m sure the words “mature conversation” and “General Hospital” in close proximity will cease to be shocking and strange, but… today is not that day) culminating in mutual apologies and recommittment to making their relationship work. And readers, seriously, I think my heart grew three sizes while Dante was speechifying about being there for her and reminiscing about back when they met.
Lulu was really good in these scenes, too, I should say. She took responsibility for her part in their recent troubles, opened up about her fears and neuroses, and Julie Marie Berman acted the hell out of her distress in a way that made me care a little bit about Lulu’s stupid adrenaline junky angst for the first time. But let’s face it: this show has a surplus of brave, emotionally open ladies who I love. And yet we’re still a little short on romantic heroes consistently worthy of the name.
So, here’s to Dante! This show’s most dreamily respectful robot man, three year’s running.
In other news, Rebeccca Herbst: still almost inhumanly pretty!
(I know. I was shocked, too.)