I imagine non-soap watchers must have been somewhat puzzled by the mass shriek they heard during today’s show.
(And no, I don’t mean the shriek of laughter we all let out when Michael claimed Sonny had taught him to take responsibility for his actions, “right or wrong.” Although, don’t get me wrong: THAT WAS PRETTY AMAZING.)
STILL WISH IT WAS JOHN McBAIN, THOUGH.
I also don’t mean the shriek of confused lust that some of us let out at the sight of Michael Easton and Kelly Monaco working their magic chemistry again, although… that was pretty good for me. (What? It’s been awhile, okay? I HAVE NEEDS.)
No, the shriek I’m talking about is the one Alexis’ eyeballs made when they came into contact with little Julian here:
I LIKE THE CUT OF YOUR BRIEFS, SIR.
AMONG OTHER THINGS.
Good God, the sex they’re eventually going to have is going to be so hot, isn’t it?
Dear William deVry: first of all, congrats on the abs. They’re very nice. Also, please feel free to keep smiling in amused delight whenever Alexis gets flustered around you, like she’s the most fun you’ve ever had and you’re just super pleased as punch that of all the underage girls in all the bars in the world, she’s the one who grew up to be your secret baby mamma. Because I not gonna lie: IT’S REALLY WORKING FOR ME.
Please also continue to look at Sam and Danny with wonder and tenderness and longing, and that hand-behind-the-head hugging thing?
Yeah. Keep doing that.
Speaking of men in the Davis ladies’ lives: I continue to enjoy Nikolas in all non-obsessive stalker related capacities, including: supporting his aunt and cousin, bonding with Julian, providing a friendly ear and no judgement hugs to Elizabeth, and being a true friend to Britt — by which I mean protecting her but also laying some truth bombs on her about her behavior.
You’re all right, Nikolas Cassadine! And I’m not just saying that because Tyler Christopher is looking better than he has in years. (But seriously, it helps.)
I like the way Britt is a woman Nik can’t put up on a pedestal, both because she’s far from perfect and also not really trying to hide that fact. I like the way he’s someone she can be herself with in a way she may have thought she could with Patrick, but really never did.
(Although, Britt, hon? People don’t think you’re a bitch because you’re “assertive.” They think it because you’re the type of person who steals from and insults children, abuses employees, and interrupts an AIDS charity to make public announcements about all the unprotected sex you’ve been having. Also, you order wine spritzers at dive bars. WHAT WERE WE SUPPOSED TO THINK?)
Anyway, revisionist as the history she laid out was, it seemed like the kind of lie a person like Britt would tell herself, so it worked for me.
And it’s not like Nikolas didn’t leave some details out of his own tale of woe, like how Aiden’s real father was the brother he’d been cuckolding. Or that another paternity lie caused him to miss out on time with baby Spencer — who only exists because he cheated on his raped wife.
(Serious, you guys, Britt and Nik are so terrible and beautiful and perfect together, I can’t even. I know I’m getting ahead of myself here, but imagine their babies! The blood of TWO super crazy evil criminal mastermind empires coursing through those kids’ veins! They’ll be unstoppable!)