Relationships—they're crumbling and strengthening all over the place.
PATRICK AND KEVIN
Last week, they said “I love you.” This week, they’re already buying an apartment together. No, wait, not true—it’s actually just Kevin who’s purchasing a chic modern apartment with glass windows and nothing more, but Patrick’s eager to tell the real estate agent that he’ll be spending a lot of time there regardless. Because he’s Mr. Spontaneity, Kevin decides to buy the apartment on the spot.
On the other hand of the spontaneity coin, Kevin is concerned about whether there will be any surprises at the dinner they’re headed to—with Patrick’s mother, whom we last saw getting high at his sister Megan’s wedding in her arc from snobby homophobe to moderately less snobby moderately more tolerant socialite.
As a matter of fact, Dana Murray (played once again to perfection by Julia Duffy) has actually grown into quite the supportive mother, in her own way. At dinner, she takes a shining to Kevin, who’s memorized the awful pronunciation of her name, and even shows a dollop in interest in their gay gaming app. By the end of the evening, Dana’s offered her stamp of approval to Kevin—and to keep the wave of family bonding going, Mrs. Murray insists that Patrick come to the zoo the next day with her and Megan, whom Patrick hasn’t reconciled with. Megan’s husband, Gus, is best friends with Kevin’s ex-boyfriend John, and she’s been a conscientious objector waging a cold war on Kevin and Patrick’s relationship ever since. Patrick isn’t keen to go—and especially not to the zoo, of all places, even though nobody dislikes a zoo—but his mother insists.
First, he has to accompany Kevin to the mattress store. They’re testing sleep numbers when Patrick wonders aloud, slightly joking, why Kevin didn’t ask Patrick to move in with him. On that note, Kevin promptly asks Patrick to move in with him.
Not having given Kevin an answer, Patrick goes to the zoo where he’s met with a chilly reception by Megan, who won’t buy him a hot chocolate nor invite him to take a picture with an animal statue (the nerve!). After light passive-aggressive bitchiness, Patrick decides he just wants to rip the Band-Aid off and get the reconciliation over with. He confronts Megan about her problem, and her first counterpoint is whether he’s ever given thought to what John’s been going through. Patrick didn’t ask for anything to happen, though, so her next point of argument is simply that Kevin’s an asshole.
Patrick tells Megan that she’d better get used to having him around, prompting him to reveal that Kevin asked him to move in with him. And suddenly, even Mama Murray has a little twist of the nose, concerned that it’s all a bit fast (even though she gave her approval barely 12 hours ago). Dana’s next comment ruins everything, when she tells Megan that Kevin and Patrick’s relationship shouldn’t be held up to the same standard as hers because they’re gay. Here’s Megan’s biggest dilemma, then: Patrick’s constant, lifelong “free pass because he’s gay.” This ignorant complaint sends Patrick reeling, and the reconciliation is dead in the water.
Until Dana admits she’s going to leave her husband for a handsome, newly widowed doctor. Patrick and Megan, though not immediately joining forces, share incredulity in their reaction—but Patrick’s the first to show his support. Dana’s need to “honor my truth” (her words, not mine) ruffles the feathers of Megan, who wants her mother to honor the truth of her marriage. But Dana wants to pursue what makes her happy, so why should she stay if she wants the doctor and the doctor wants her? “Whatever you need, we support you,” says a very flummoxed Patrick, who’s no doubt thinking about his own story with Kevin and John and Richie and probably also pancakes.
Later, Dana and Patrick are waiting for her car to take her to the airport. “Give Megan time and she’ll accept Kevin,” she implores Patrick, who still can’t wrap his head around the bomb Dana dropped. “You did, love dad, right? It wasn’t all bullshit?” he asks. She says no, the last 40 years of her life were not bullshit, but when Patrick asks what she’ll do next, her response is short: “I have no f–king idea.” Patrick’s jaw drops, because it’s perhaps the first time his mother doesn’t have an answer, but suddenly Dana is already in the car and on her way to the airport before he can get another word, question, or concern in.
As he arrives home at Kevin’s new apartment, he’s shell-shocked when he delivers the news: “I want to do this. I want to move in with you and be with you and spend Christmas with you, here. Just the two of us.” Sorry, Megan—there’ll be no holiday family warmth for you this year. Bitch.
AGUSTIN AND EDDIE
The shelter is putting on an art show of some sort, and Eddie has enlisted Agustin to step in at the last minute and paint a mural about tolerance on the building’s wall. As Agustin plans out what he wants to do, he poses a question to Eddie about Truvada and it’s crazy side effects, sharing that he’s thinking about starting PrEP but wants to make sure his body can handle it. “Why now?” asks a skeptical Eddie. Agustin says it’s “the socially responsible San Francisco gay man thing to do,” which doesn’t seem to satisfy Eddie as an answer.
At coffee, Agustin encounters his ex-boyfriend Frank, last seen last season breaking Agustin’s heart after realizing he was dating Agustin. Eddie’s face immediately goes into something of a frown when Agustin introduces him as his “friend”—but hey, Eddie, serves you right for always pushing Agustin away in the first place.
Frank is struck by Agustin’s sunny disposition and thoroughly improved facial hair, and the cherry on the sundae is Eddie’s volunteering that Aug has been mentoring trans students with his art. “It’s a new day,” smiles Agustin, and Frank seems visibly impressed. “I should skedaddle—let’s get together sometimes,” he beams before exiting season 2.
That night, back at the building, Agustin still hasn’t started on the tolerance mural when Eddie approaches him about their awkward encounter with Frank, wherein he was introduced as Agustin’s friend. “You don’t get to have it both ways, Eddie,” scolds Agustin. “You’ve said over and over that we can mess around, but nothing more, right? You said that. So what am I supposed to call you?” Agustin is tired of having to persuade Eddie that he’s interested, and finally, it seems, Eddie realizes he is, too. Much like Kevin formally asked Patrick for the thing they both wanted—to move in together—Eddie does the same, and they’re officially boyfriends.
DOM AND DORIS
If the episode’s theme is long-simmering desires coming to light, then Dom and Doris get the short end of the stick this week when they get into a huge scuffle over the status quo of their relationship. It begins at the chicken window, where Doris brings the bad news that her uncle is contesting her late father’s will and she won’t have the money to invest in the chicken window for at least three to four months.
Dom has maxed everything out and has zero cushion, so he’s understandably freaking out and furious. Doris tells him to take a breath, that it’s not the end of the world, but Dom lashes out. “I don’t understand why you would offer me money that wasn’t actually yours to offer,” he scolds, and Doris is now offended because she’s the only person in Dom’s life who’s ever tried to do anything for him. “Oh, your life is so f–king great?” Dom says. And Doris is out of there with a “F— you. I hope all your dreams come true.”
Hours go by, and Dom arrives at home to make amends. He’s brought fro-yo as a peace offering, but Doris doesn’t accept. She reveals a deeper pang that she’s been holding onto: “I’ve been your person for the last 20 f–king years. It’s too much. It’s not good. Are you jealous of Malik?” Dom is thoroughly shocked that that’s where the argument is going, and he’s vehemently denying any form of jealousy (even though we can see it in every facial expression all season long).
Doris declares that she and Dom are both damaged and don’t know how to be adults, and lest she keep prioritizing Dom or Malik, they’ll never be happy. “We’re going to be 70 years old stuck in this apartment still talking about f–king fro-yo,” she cries, and she grabs a bag and heads to Malik’s. Co-dependence over.