In our second-to-last episode of True Blood ever, Sam packed up and left, and that was nice, but otherwise the hour was spent treading water and breaking my heart. Jessica falling in love with Hoyt all over again was sweet, but I wish the writers had indicated at some point prior to this that she missed him, because honestly it kind of came out of nowhere. Similarly, Bridget teaching Jason about intimacy was theoretically a great character-building moment, but all I could think during their little pillow talk scene was “Wait... who the hell are you again, lady?”
