So I am way late, but it’s been a hell of a week. No full recap, but I did manage to get around to documenting this bit of sassafras, which is good because later on in the episode I wanted to smack Jamie in his stupid face. L’EER FREE ZONE, y’all.
Claire being a modern woman decided that drinking her cares away is solid coping, and thank God for it, because Jamie had to go be a gentleman and escort her to the surgery and that in turn gave us THIS:
Jamie is so standup when he isn’t kissing girls who’ll be girls when they’re fifty. But Claire isn’t. She’s all, “Hey while you’re down here, might as well look under your shirt because NURSE and REASONS.
Attagirl, Claire. We speak your name.
They then both proceed to be painfully, SEARINGLY ADORABLE.
(sigh) You guys. This is the hottest thing ever with two fully-dressed people. Still, Claire cries uncle in the World’s Sexiest Game of Chicken because blah blah stupid Frank.
BUT THE LOOKS.
I’ll be in my bunk.