He may not remember his life, but Our Lord and Savior Jason Morgan has truly returned! You can tell because otherwise competent women are suddenly utterly unable to function without him. And listen, I know we joke about Saint Jasus a lot, but when characters are literally telling each other to just have faith and he’ll appear, it starts to get a little on the nose, even for me:
ALEXIS: You probably don’t remember this, but I haven’t always been supportive of your relationship with my daughter. I don’t feel that way anymore. She’s always had faith in you, and you’ve just proven once again that her faith is justified. Thank you.
JASON: Thank you.
ALEXIS: [to Sam] Do you want to strangle me?
SAM: No, I loved everything that you said and it happens to be true. Mom, I was lying in that basement and somehow I knew the whole time that Jason would find me.
We all know I have a partisan horse to back in this race, even if that horse has recently been hobbled and is now basically dragging its rider in circles through the mud in front of a symbolically exploded house. But I also actually don’t hate Sam as a character, and I really resent the way having Jason in her life tends to lead to situations where she’s falling down stairs so he can catch her, or waiting around in a big glass cage for him to save her, or drugged and maybe-raped to cause him pain, or lying in a basement hallucinating him repeating catch phrases.
SAM: I dreamed that you were with me. […] I held on because of you, Jason.
I mean, thank goodness dream!Jason was there to give her strength to lie unconscious on the floor for hours! Otherwise she’d have had to rely on the thought of her child or her family or her own ingenuity and basic desire to live to get her through, and who wants to see that?
I am also not unaware of the irony of being a Liz/Jason fan when his mere presence has apparently driven her insane over the last year. But now that Elizabeth’s been suitably punished for her transgression and the flagellation parade seems to be winding down, the obvious solution is for the two of them to ditch men entirely and shack up together. Especially because Becky Herbst and Kelly Monaco were still able to dredge up an insane amount of chemistry in just their brief hospital scenes.
(Seriously, rewatch the dynamic when Jason interrupts them and pretend Liz is jealous for Sam and not of her. It really works.)
But since the show will never make that dream come true for me, I guess I’ll have to settle for NuDoc’s greasy haired attentions.
Seriously, Matt Cohen is a good looking man. Why do the GH stylists insist on making everyone’s hair as terrible as possible?
But even greasy Griffin more palatable than the only other man looking Liz’s way these days. I swear on holy Jason’s halo, if they actually try to pair her with goddamn effing Franco, I will not be responsible for my actions.