She nods, he's right, and only Chuck is strong enough, and loves them both enough, and wants their family so badly, and cares so much about disclosure, that he would be the one to rip this bandage off sooner rather than later. "You owe him a conversation." Really, it's just like when he slept with B that time, to break her and Nate up for good: if you have no shame then you don't really worry about being the bad guy, and that's why he's not the bad guy. He needs a mommy worse than Peter Pan -- which has always been the saddest and most transparent thing about him -- and he needs Eric and Serena more than he will ever figure out, but right now it's more important that everybody be honest, and that just happens to be honorable as well. God, I love it when they let him do this.

These are the kind of conversations Nate and Vanessa have:

Archibald: Vanessa, wait! You stole my letter!
Abrams: I know.
Archibald: Is there anything else you want to tell me?
Abrams: Pretty sure that was it.
Archibald: You said you never felt this way about anyone before. Is that true?

Vanessa is just completely undone at this point, like, crying through the veil of WTF, and asks how that could possibly matter. Nate explains that he spontaneously decided that he was in love with her, and they make out. They are so easy, I love it. Because Nate doesn't have reasons for anything he says or does, you can always trust everything he says or does because it's authentic. On another note, I can't believe how pleased I am that they are getting together. Everything is so weird right now! "Easy for you to say, because you didn't just pull a Janet Jackson at the Snowflake Ball." They head off for a drink -- "Somewhere dark, with no backlighting?" "Maybe a little backlighting!" -- laughing and kissing, with the shroud of Jenny Humphrey staring after them. Is it possible for her to go even crazier than she did last time? Maybe, but I don't think Nate's the one to do it. I wish Georgina would come back, or Agnes, and pull a full-on "Now we go to Crazy for no reason" party on her ass, but maybe she deserves a little downtime.

Penelope and the Plastics run up to huff and puff about how they saw Jenny try to stop Vanessa from falling into their evil trap, and Jenny's like, "You guys are bitches. I'm pathetic for wanting to be one of you, and also pathetic for ever being scared of you." The one thing about homelessness that rocks is how afterwards you are no longer scared of Mean Girl games. Trust. "Either way that leaves you with pathetic," Penelope points out, and aims a random potshot at how Vanessa is Jenny's friend. And to Jenny's credit, having just witnessed the love of all time getting into a cab and driving away without her, she's like, "Yeah, Vanessa? Vanessa is ten times the person you will ever be. That is why you hate her so much." Hazel points out that she talks big game for a Brooklyn hermit, and Jenny is like, "Oh, I am aiming myself directly at Constance Billard for that one, and you will see some shit you never imagined."