Carter laughs murderously as he picks up his clothes in the glade, says hey to the official-looking people collecting the horses, and wanders away to find Serena. Meanwhile, Blair goes shoving into Chuck's apartment, where he's lying on the bed reading a magazine in a smoking jacket and girly slippers, as one does, and goes impressively nuts -- checking the closet and shit -- before he laughs at her and explains that he left because he had a headache, and left her a bunch of messages that she didn't get because she was too busy acting bizarre.
Blair sighs and feels dumb and happy, and asks him if the games are maybe necessary after all. She worries about being boring, and he promises her that they'll never be that. She points out that He's Chuck Bass, and he gets that wise loving smile again and says, "I'm not Chuck Bass without you." He pulls her down to sit with him on the bed, and she admits that running there from Connecticut was pretty exciting, and he grins and kisses her hand. She asks where Alexandra lives, and he asks one more time to stay home.
Vanessa, having vented her spleen on both sides of at least two bridges, laments a shitty night, but Scott disagrees because he had a great time. "I'm sorry I brought you. The Humphreys are going through a lot, and I don't even know if Dan and I are even still friends..." Good growth, Abrams. Believable, if sudden, but then she did the same jump like three times in this episode all along. Maybe the key to Vanessa is figuring out that she's a hothead like Blair, and just gets in over her head in the moment?
It's hard to figure out, because she's so viciously earnest about everything that you assume she's also being a bitch on purpose, but this episode especially there's a running thing where she's like, "Wait, I just totally went nuts, fuck," which actually also happened with Jenny and that Nate letter, and her tears over that affair were very real and very sympathetic and made me respect her a lot more. I guess we've just not seen her do this enough, or the dots haven't been connected enough, so that she just seems like two different flip-flopping insane people, but if you look at it that way she's just basically normal and kind of lovable. I mean, if you made a book of all the mean drunk texts I've sent boys in the last year alone it would blow up in your hands like Shark Week. Doesn't mean you feel that way the next day, or even necessarily when you're saying it. You know?