Pacey woke up to the sound and smell of bacon cooking. He raised his head to see what was going on in the kitchen, and realized that he'd fallen asleep on the couch. Someone had thrown a blanket over him.

Joey was busy at the stove, her back turned to him. She was wearing a tank top and shorts again, and his eyes were involuntarily drawn to the way the small of her back curved into her hips, and how her smooth, firm legs looked incredibly long and slender in those khaki shorts…

Whoa.

He shook his head to get a hold of himself. What the hell was he thinking?

Pacey pulled the blanket aside and stood up. He walked barefoot to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, staring into it. "Morning, Jo."

"Good morning, Pacey," Joey replied cheerfully. "Rough night?" She teasingly asked. He was still in the clothes he'd been wearing the night before, all wrinkled now.

"I thought Anne was sleeping over," she commented casually, after a long pause.

"Nope." He took the orange juice from the refrigerator and sat down at the kitchen table.

"This is almost done." She turned off the stove and started to scoop the bacon onto a plate.

Pacey stood to get plates and utensils. "What brought on this sudden enthusiasm for cooking?"

She sighed as they sat down to eat. She'd made pancakes, eggs, and bacon. "I suddenly felt this uncontrollable craving for Bodie's blueberry pancakes. Mine don't come close, but I thought I'd try to hack it anyway." She smiled. "I'm also compensating for the breakfast and lunch that I missed yesterday."

Joey suddenly froze. "Which reminds me," she started tentatively.

Pacey nodded.

"What are we going to do, Pacey?"

He watched her, trying to read her worried eyes. "What do you want to do?"

She looked down and started to slice her pancakes into tiny, precise pieces. "I don't know. I mean, we're not even sure if anything really happened…"

"Maybe nothing did." His words were slow, measured.

Joey looked at him again. "You're right."

Pacey sighed and put his fork down. "Look, Jo, I don't want this - thing - to start making everything uncomfortable around here…"

"Neither do I." Her forehead started to crinkle, making him want to touch her face. He clenched his fists. "But I'm starting to feel really weird with Finn."

The urge to touch her left as quickly as it had come. "You didn't tell him?"

"No. Did you tell Anne?"

"No." He picked up his fork again, but had lost his appetite. He started pushing his food around his plate. "Okay. Well, then, I guess it's not really a problem anymore, is it?"

"You mean we're going to pretend that nothing happened." She was frowning at him.

Pacey wanted to scream in frustration. What did she want him to say?? "Joey, we're not sure if anything did happen."

"But what if something did?"

"We'll just have to deal with it when it comes back to us."

She held her head in her hands. "I am never getting drunk again."

He stared at the top of her head, part of him suddenly feeling very annoyed. "Jo, don't worry about it. Finn doesn't have to know until we're sure about what happened."

She raised her head. "Pacey, how could you be so blasé about this?"

"I refuse to worry about something when I don't even know if it really happened, Jo. Now, eat." They continued their breakfast in silence, as Pacey wondered if he was about to really lose his mind.