Episode Report Card Jessica: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT High Anxiety
By Jessica | Season 5 | Episode 6 | Aired on 11.13.2001
Dawson and Joey walk down the street toward the train station. He's sort of trying to apologize, but admits that he doesn't know how. Try: "I'm sorry I accused you of killing my dad." He flares his nostrils, and tells her that "it's like English is [his] second language." Joey says something about being "beyond the need for apologies," but as far as I am concerned, no one is ever beyond the need for apologies. A sincere "I'm sorry" will always go a long way. She grins at him. "I mean, besides, you were such a jerk last night, I bet you're feeling all kinds of stupid." Dawson looks ashamed, and admits that this is true. The two of them chat awkwardly about the local two-dollar movie house, and Dawson whines about not being able to get into the movies anymore, and my cerebral cortex shuts down when he mentions the word "movie," so I really couldn't tell you what he said. He tells Joey that he "doesn't know what to do with [himself]." Joey tells him to "let [himself] heal."
Train station. Dawson turns to Joey and tells her that he came to Boston to see "a grief specialist," but he couldn't go through with it. He flaked. And he doesn't know why. Joey furrows her brow, confused. "Nothing makes sense to me these days," he says. "Can I tell you something? Even if it has the potential to make you sad?" Joey, naturally, says that he can tell her anything. "Joey, when I made the decision not to go back to LA, all I could do was daydream about this one thing -- kissing you." Joey smiles. I stab myself with a cruller, which does nothing other than cover my sweatshirt with sugar. "I was so looking forward to this day, when it would finally feel right for you and me to give it another try, you know? And for the first time in forever, it seemed so possible. Like it was just around the corner. And then he died. And it just went away. I was living in this fuzzy world of daydreams and I just got yanked out of it. And…I have no idea how to get back there. And what scares me most is, maybe I never will." He looks sad. I hate to say it, but the Beek did a decent job with that speech. Joey looks at him, and leans in, and kisses him. "You'll find your way back," she tells him. "And in the meantime, I'll daydream for the both of us." She smiles sadly, mostly because she knows she just doomed herself to years of pity sex, all because she killed Dawson's dad. Dawson has no expression on his face at all. His train is announced. "That's you," Joey tells him. Dawson picks up his bags. Stare. The Sad Piano Of Dead Dads gives way to The Hopeless Piano Of Misguided Soulmates. Stare. Stare. Piano. Stare. Piano. Tiny smile. Stare. Violins. Stare. Piano. Argh.