At Gabe's, Deb is in bed with her iPod, listening to the same song again. Gabe asks if she wants to work out, and she says no. "I wasn't talking about the gym," he says suggestively, and moves in to kiss her neck. "I'm really not in the mood." "So, what do you want to do?" She takes out the earbuds, and says, "I think I want to break up." "For real?" "Yeah, is that okay?" "No," he says, visibly hurt. Poor guy. That's rough. "No, it's not okay. Fuck, what did I do, Deb?" She tells him he didn't do anything, "swear to God. You're smokin' hot, and fun, and soulful, and...age appropriate." Hee! Wonder where this is going. "Look, sometimes the truth speaks from a peaceful place. It's taken me a long time to find that place, but I think I have, and it's tellin' me you're not the right one for me." He looks really hurt, and Deb says she's sorry, but I don't think it helps at all.