another instance of circus-level clownery that have me laughing so hard i pee myself a little about black doves: that moment where sam takes michael on a first date to the restaurant where he killed his father as his first hit. i‘m sorry did you miss that? let me repeat: first date. in the same place. where he shot his father. for money.
like i don‘t think it was the same booth exactly but jesus christ - what level of pseudo-freudian psycho-shit do you need to be on for that to seem like a good, let alone romantic idea. and i do believe with my whole chest that he thought it was romantic, because jesus christ did y‘all see how fucking whipped he is for that man after one single instance of eye-contact. the only explanation i can possibly find for this is that sam young has reached such levels of immense theatrical drama-queenery that the cycle has simply come back around to close on suspicious glibness as a trauma response. like. what the fuck. he’s so funny.