A little more stupid, a little more scared
Every minute more unprepared
Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Dan comes into the darkened loft, totally lost. Rufus spins dramatically around in his chair, looking totally unhappy for the first time ever. "Well," Dan nags as he turns on a light, "Thank you for telling me that you're in love with Lily Bass again, or still, or whatever it is. It would have been really useful information to have before I tried to stop Serena from flying off to South America..." Rufus says darkly, "I will never be with Lily." Dan's confused: "Serena just said..." Rufus stands, looking and sounding rough as hell, sounding angry and nasty: "Serena doesn't know what the hell she's talking about." Dan asks WTF is going on, if he's going on a trip or what, and what's with the note, and Rufus -- is he drunk? -- just weaves and crumbles the note into his pocket: "Just out." Dan watches his father leave, more fucked up and sad and out of it than he's ever seen, and grabs his phone.
Aaron and Serena stare at her phone as it rings. She swears she doesn't want to answer. Aaron gives her permission to answer it, to still have feelings and misgivings about Dan, which is magnanimous of him, and just asks, again, for time. "I think I might be falling in love with you," he adds desperately, and she ignores the call. Dan stares at the phone, while Aaron kisses Serena as they head to the airport.
Blair and Chuck lie curled on top of the sheets, still in their clothes, even their shoes. She holds him, his hair in a wave across his face and the pillow; they are beautiful. At the end of the burlesque, at the end of their performances, finally: when all the poses and stances and affectations drop, when the end of the world comes, when you forget all the bullshit and maneuvers and the million ways of hiding. When they admit their hungers and their loneliness and their needs, their love, what then? They look like children. They're just children.
For, my sweetheart the melancholic
You have crossed the river Styx
And the waves have taken you away
Rufus spots her in Grand Central before she sees him, wearing her traveling clothes and standing in the center of the room with her bags. She smiles delightfully at him as he approaches; it turns to ashes. He puts his hand on his hips and asks it like a slap across her face: "Just tell me one thing. Was it a boy or a girl?"