"New York, I love you but you're bringing me down" is the song, Gallery Humphrey the location. Vanessa, sitting alone with pathetic poor-people Chinese takeaway and candles lit, answers the phone longsufferingly, apologizing for Nate without him having to even make up a lie. "It's okay. I was tired anyway. So we'll hang out another time?" He swears yes, and she -- yellow nail polish, people -- goes off to cry and make a sad art film about her life. On the other end of the phone, Nate hangs up just as Catherine gets into his limo with an envelope of cash: "Are we good?" Most assuredly, they are. Somebody should have taken GG's tips a little more closely, because now that the summer's over, it's not Catherine who has a life to go back to, it's Nate. The problem with fucking Duchesses is that they don't understand your youth or your financial issues except insofar as they get the upper hand out of it; meanwhile, Vanessa may be stuck in her own lifestyle, but she doesn't judge, and doesn't want anything beyond friendship and love, and she's the only one who actually understands what he's going through, because she listens to the words coming out of his mouth, not just his body. So even though it's Vanessa, it's fair to say that he was right when he said coming back to the city was going to change things, because it is always easier to be normal, if you're doing it right.
"Every summer, vacationers traverse the globe in search of new sights and experiences. But when it comes to scandal, I'll take Manhattan every time. Welcome home, Upper East Siders. You know you missed me."
And oh, we did. XOXO.