Central Park (I guess): Riley babbles delightedly to Claire while they're on their run, which is actually just a walk. Claire does a great job being a friend rather than a life coach -- which makes me feel badly I was so harsh on her in that last paragraph.
Tres Equis: Claire goes to rip Trevor a new one and save me from feeling guilty after all. Trevor, bless him, spews a bunch of Claire's psycho-babble from her book right back at her, then shares his philosophy about diving in. Mira enters and flirts with Felix, which is far more interesting. It's too bad the romance of the week, never mind the B plot of the week, are far more engaging than the supposed "connection" between Claire and Trevor, each of whom is better to my eyes when they're playing opposite other actors, than when they're together. Cannavale is the kind of actor who could generate chemistry with a doorknob, but I'm not sure the blame falls on Paulson. I think there's just little story to their story. Fix it, Rob.
Anyhow, Felix and Mira acknowledge that finding out about Lita and Corey yesterday was awkward, but Mira's been divorced for six months and has had a hard time finding a man whose company she enjoys. She decides that since she and Felix are adults, and Lita and Corey are nearly so (and really? I mean, how big of an age gap is there supposed to be between Lita and Felix?), they're free to go out and not worry about the youngsters' discomfort. Trevor starts imagining not one, but two beads sliding across his billiards tally thingum.