Maura keeps sobbing into her tissue about how Ian was the love of her life. Turns out Dr. Isles can lie after all. She just called someone who is not Jane the love of her life. Maura asks, “How can you love someone and not be able to be with them?” Maura, sweetie, it’s called “The love that dare not speak its name” for a reason. Welcome to the family. It gets better – I promise.
Maura says That Bastard went back to Africa, which as we all know is a bad continent for lesbian relationships. Just ask Callie and Arizona. Maura again says Jane should arrest her. Nothing cheers a gal up like a little game of good cop/bad cop, am I right? Jane gives her the sympathy head tilt, and then says she’s going to arrest her mother instead for labeling everything in Maura’s kitchen, down to the high-ball glasses. Good job redirecting focus, Jane.
Maura says Mama R has even rearranged her closet. Rearranged or created a pathway for her to come out of it? Jane tells Maura she’ll stay with her until she feels better, or death do us part. It’s Massachusetts, so it’s legal. And then, after a long, difficult few days filled with unexpected exes and poor morning beverage choices, we finally get our Totally Gratuitous, Totally Gay Touching.
Hug it out as long as it takes, ladies.
And now, onto your highly perturbed #gayzzoli tweets of the week. Maura kissed a boy and we did not like it.