Poppy makes like she's about to tie a bandanna across her face or a black domino mask and go steal money-sign bags from a guy with a monocle, and Gabriel feels a tinge of regret and they act generally sketchy about how they're tricking everybody in New York City out of their money based on the teen horniness of like one high-schooler. Man, what if it turned out that's what happened, some high school socialite was like, "My mom's co-op board is feeling you," and boom: recession. She leaves Gabe a voicemail and Poppy gets awful prickly about it, hilariously spitting, "She's awfully needy, isn't she?" He plays it on speaker and she's like, "I'm coming back up to grill you about BUTTER AND YOUR LIES" and they fight about how Poppy didn't properly convey the totally unimportant details of this totally unimportant night for him deeply enough, and she looks totally scary for a second, and then there's a knock on the door and Poppy goes, "Cheese it, it's the fuzz!" or "The jig is up!" or whatever. "Rats!" But it's just Rufus, with all his money in his hands, coins properly rolled, oversized dollar with Santa Claus's face on it, some linty francs, a shiny button. Gabriel's face is all, please do not give me your poor-person money while I still have even one tiny heartstring for you to pluck, and Rufus sticks out his bottom lip and looks like a sullen hillbilly cowhand some more.
Blair walks into the Murray Hill apartment, to Nate's joy, and she stares around at its meager comforts. "I made a mistake," she says in her beautiful jacket. "I shouldn't have gone with Chuck." He thanks her for coming back, and she balks in the living room; tail wagging, he offers to show her around and she just shakes her head, kind of mystified by all things at the moment. "You know... I loathe Murray Hill." He feels bad; he did know that. "Why did you get this apartment?" He pretty much straight up explains, with little prompting, that he did it because they are both gay for Chuck Bass and he's having issues with that. Blair is totally grossed out that he would make such an important step just because she wore a beret in the presence of their oldest friend, and she masterfully plays the Trust card again, with tears in her eyes.
If the first rule of Bad Serena is Don't Talk About Bad Serena, what is Blair angling for here, with the constant Trust Me Trust Me? "Well, you kept acting like I was cheating, so what's the big deal?" I can almost see her going there, but she'd totally backtrack immediately because it's too passive for her. Although I can totally see Nate pulling that, if anybody ever cared enough to wonder much less worry about his sex life. I guess she's really just begging for collusion in her plot to pretend she's not lusting after Chuck, and "trust me" is code for "give me the option of trusting myself instead of holding me accountable for shit I can't even admit I'm thinking. Like if Nate trusts her, it means he agrees with the story she's telling herself, and this is the only way she can make him do that and retain any kind of moral high ground at all, because obviously it's going to make Nate feel awful, like a liar, if you accuse him of not being fully committed and trusting. Anyway, Nate cries and begs her to stay one million times and makes all manner of weird faces. Nate, we officially retract the request for other faces. Stick with what you've got, it's working just fine.