Night of Love ♥

I fucking blame the writers. What went wrong? I genuinely don't understand. I've said it a thousand times and I will continue to say it until Hailey wakes up from this nightmare to find her husband sitting by her bedside. It's fucking sick and it's a disgrace to both Jesse and Jay.

Jesse dedicated ten years of his life to this show. He loved playing Jay. He loved the show, and this is what they do? They ruined ten years of character development and five years of relationship development for absolutely no fucking reason whatsoever.

They put Hailey through hell for shits and giggles and I'm over it. Hailey deserves better. The character and story they built around, the one we know and love, not this mess, deserve better. They went from Jay being the only man she ever fully trusted to him not telling her he was going to extend his contract in a war zone? And after everything Voight put Hailey through, they had the fucking audacity to have her go to him for "comfort?"

Another thing I've said before and will continue to say: Jesse wanted to leave. That's totally fine. More power to him! I can't wait to see what's next for him. But they could have had Jay move to an other unit. He could have worked for the army stateside. Almost anything would have been better than the absolute clusterfuck of a shit show that's going on now.

I know Jesse said to trust the process but God damn. How much longer is this going to last? And what process? This is hell. This process is only causing more problems.

This is not the Jay Halstead we know. This man went to the ends of the earth to protect the woman he loves. He risked his life, his livelihood, and his freedom for her. And then he leaves with barely a word and can't manage to pick up her calls? Jay would never cause Hailey pain. Ever. He simply wouldn't actively choose to hurt the woman he loves. It's not who he is.

s08e09

Hailey - He got you pretty good.

Jay - I told him to make it look real, but not that real.

Hailey - Should we take you to Med?

I can’t stop you putting root in my dreamland

That is easy for them to say, Steve Trevor. Easy to say, “I would kill, were I him, were I her.” Easy, too, to say, “I would not kill.” Easy to think you could see another’s soul. Easy to imagine yourself the hero, when you have never been called upon to make a terrible choice.

Our lives will never be easy. Not even when we are old. And we will be old one day, Steve Trevor. I promise you. And on that day, you will not dream dark dreams