Carter sits next to Abby and asks if she needs to hole up at his place while Maggie's in town. "Did you hear what I said about running away?" she asks. "I block out about half of what you say," he cracks. "Only half?" she grins. "The negative half," he says, suddenly serious. How pathetic. Abby admits that she is fairly negative. Wow. There's a shocking revelation for you. Next, she's going to admit she's not a real blonde. "It's hard not to be [negative] when you attract misery everywhere you go," Abby says blithely. "I'm like a magnet for it, and you shouldn't have to deal with this." Carter grunts that Abby's starting to piss him off. She stands. "Maybe you should just cut your losses," she says, acting like she's offering him a great favor by giving him a simple exit. "Eric is alive!" Carter booms, suggesting that she take two seconds away from feeling sorry for herself to focus on that miracle. Abby says she did do that -- she hugged Carter, then she chased down her loony mother and never came back to thank Carter for traveling all night and spending his off day chasing her around County. Then she babbles that her life will always and forever be on hold, and that Carter shouldn't want to be on hold for her. What bullshit. Carter tells her to suck it up and change that. "I have no choice," Little Miss Victim says. "You do." Ugh. Shut up, Abby. Shut up, shut up, shut up. Someone needs to slap her. Where's Romano? Carter rolls his eyes. "Oh, right, your life sucks, now and forever, there's no one you can love..." he mocks her. "You don't want me to love you!" she insists. Carter would prefer to make up his own mind. "What do you want?" she asks. "I want you to stop being afraid. I want you to stop being so careful. I want to marry you!" he shouts. Carter? The dry cleaner called. Your straitjacket is ready. Taken aback, Abby snipes, "Oh, you're proposing?" She's mocking him. "You're crazy," she adds. "Well, then I'll fit right in!" he shouts, exasperated. Then they swap amused glances. Oh, please make it stop. Please.