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Clementine doesn't know why she tried to marry Steed.
Later on - when she's somewhere else - she'll think about the haste with which she followed her glands and write it all off. She'd wanted to marry him forever - since those long-ago GED classes, since those passed-around notes. They've been seeing each other quite regularly since then - though with less frequency since she found Milliways - and he seemed the best choice at the time. She tells the camera that she wants to be with him forever with a smile on her face.
It's marriage she's really lusting after - stability - and Steed is a familiar warhorse in that respect. She gets to be a glitter-speckled bride with great cleavage in a trailer-park ceremony. The ratings are gangbusters. Everyone she knows is fairly disappointed in her, but she's cool with that. She's got a guy and a ring, at last, what more does she want?
She knows exactly what she wants. He has a much bigger jaw, brown eyes, a soft laugh and gentle hands. The guy who took her to Miami and taught her how to fish and does things to her with his mouth that defy all laws of sexual expectation. The one she thought she'd end up with, in spite of their mutual cynicism.
The night before the ceremony happens he so obsesses her thoughts that she cracks and heads down to the station after hours, trying to get to her door.
But all she sees is Jim hosing out the drunk tank.
When an otherwise-naked man in motorcycle boots gives you a Come to Jesus talk, you know you're making a shitty decision.
But she's not gonna do any better. So she bites the bullet and wears her something blue and goes through with the ceremony. After a brief reception he takes her off to a no-tell motel and they get on with the best part of marriage.
She calls him Sam when he makes her come. Twice.
The brawl results in a broken jaw for Steed and a black eye for Clementine. She throws him out, then puts in an emergency call to a public defender who owes her a favor. When he finds out they forgot to get a license, she nearly sobs her relief.
She comes into work the next day and spills her guts. Jim gives her a hug, Jones sighs his obvious relief, Garcia pats her shoulder, and Raineesha demands details. The rest of the day is refreshingly normal. At the bar Jim pays for a round in her name.
When she goes to bed that night, another conversation plays in her head.
I don't see my ass ever leaving you.
But he did leave her.
Men just do.
She chokes down the bitterness and meditates herself to sleep, tears on her mascara-spiked lashes.
Later on - when she's somewhere else - she'll think about the haste with which she followed her glands and write it all off. She'd wanted to marry him forever - since those long-ago GED classes, since those passed-around notes. They've been seeing each other quite regularly since then - though with less frequency since she found Milliways - and he seemed the best choice at the time. She tells the camera that she wants to be with him forever with a smile on her face.
It's marriage she's really lusting after - stability - and Steed is a familiar warhorse in that respect. She gets to be a glitter-speckled bride with great cleavage in a trailer-park ceremony. The ratings are gangbusters. Everyone she knows is fairly disappointed in her, but she's cool with that. She's got a guy and a ring, at last, what more does she want?
She knows exactly what she wants. He has a much bigger jaw, brown eyes, a soft laugh and gentle hands. The guy who took her to Miami and taught her how to fish and does things to her with his mouth that defy all laws of sexual expectation. The one she thought she'd end up with, in spite of their mutual cynicism.
The night before the ceremony happens he so obsesses her thoughts that she cracks and heads down to the station after hours, trying to get to her door.
But all she sees is Jim hosing out the drunk tank.
When an otherwise-naked man in motorcycle boots gives you a Come to Jesus talk, you know you're making a shitty decision.
But she's not gonna do any better. So she bites the bullet and wears her something blue and goes through with the ceremony. After a brief reception he takes her off to a no-tell motel and they get on with the best part of marriage.
She calls him Sam when he makes her come. Twice.
The brawl results in a broken jaw for Steed and a black eye for Clementine. She throws him out, then puts in an emergency call to a public defender who owes her a favor. When he finds out they forgot to get a license, she nearly sobs her relief.
She comes into work the next day and spills her guts. Jim gives her a hug, Jones sighs his obvious relief, Garcia pats her shoulder, and Raineesha demands details. The rest of the day is refreshingly normal. At the bar Jim pays for a round in her name.
When she goes to bed that night, another conversation plays in her head.
I don't see my ass ever leaving you.
But he did leave her.
Men just do.
She chokes down the bitterness and meditates herself to sleep, tears on her mascara-spiked lashes.
