I thought I would be angrier when I wrote this. I’ve made no secret of how much I l’amour Tommy throughout the season, so I thought when he died at the end of the season finale, I would be overcome with rage and grief, that this review would be peppered with obscenities and rambling diatribes on the new level of suck this montrer has discovered. Instead, all I could think to write is this:

Thank toi for letting him be the hero.

We saw so many couleurs for him tonight. The drunk schlub trying to take a balançoire, swing at the best friend who took his girl. The naïve son opening his eyes to the monster his father has become. The lover willing to give his life to save the person he loves, even though she doesn’t l’amour him. And, finally, the friend who gives the most selfless gift to a selfish man … forgiveness.





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