"Yeah, true..." But Ava's forgetting a key component, there: she's hot. Like, okay, maybe she doesn't wash her hair enough and mayyyybe she needs to start using some evening cleanser for her skin, but still, she is literally H-O-T on fire.

"I guess I just don't really... get it? Like, yeah, you already said it all, I just... don't feel it?" Not really. Hearing someone talk about his good qualities is nice, but he can never seem to internalize praise. It's fluff to him -- designed to make him feel better, even if it isn't really true.

They're not really that different, honestly. Ava's just managed to take a step further than Sharky's been able to.

"And by that standard, uhhh, I should probably go get gay married to Pratt. But that's mostly because I know he already knows I'm a chud, so there's no pressure to be anything else." Pratt knows all about his checkered past and Hurk, the two things that used to define him in Hope County. Maybe that's the real problem -- he knows what made him him back home, but he's still not sure where he stands on the boat. What kind of guy is he supposed to be, without Hurk around to compare himself to?