Gossip Girl: "Oh, Lonelyboy. You catch what happened there?"
Lonelyboy: "...Yeah. Fuck."
Gossip Girl: "More like Slownlyboy."
Lonelyboy: "We got all season. I'll work this shit out. I'm going to do okay."
Blair, echoing down the hall: "Yeah, you motherfuckin' better. I'm not going back to effing Chuck Bass, I'll tell you that much."
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Nate: "Hey, Aristotle. Saying Yes totally did not work out, so kudos to that."
Serena: "Yeah, I got pwned by a poor person, it sucked."
Chuck -- wearing a pale yellow cravat that may well lie precisely opposite his earlier one, on the color wheel -- sits down and trades his work shoes for some tennies and puts on a cardigan and loosens his tie and takes out a pipe and stuffs it with tobacco and sucks on it for a second and then suddenly he has a beard and he's stroking it and looking into the far-off distance at a place only the very very wise can even see.
Chuck: "Serena-san, you accepted responsibility without hesitation for the first time in your life."
Serena: "Aw, shit. Is that what I did? No wonder it felt like a wrong-sized bra."
Chuck: "Nathaniel-san, you learned that change is inevitable and that -- as the centipede becomes the butterfly -- you too must accept the evolution of your character."
Nate: "I think I am turning into a hooker again."
The lesson is not yet complete. Chuck produces the Howler Nate hid from him.
Chuck, verbatim: "We're growing up. We need to start being responsible for ourselves, instead of always being responsible for others. I know you think I must be dying inside because Blair is marrying another man. But we let each other go. So stop doing stuff like this, and start focusing on yourself."
I predict that this will last exactly as long as it takes Nate to discover Chuck's suicidal road rash, and then he'll be administering the meds like always. I predict that Chuck and Blair will always be a thing, not because they are perfect for each other and not because they are perfectly awful for each other, but because some of us can't resist pushing the bruise. I grew up in an extremely violent household, and managed to get myself into all kinds of situations -- sexual and otherwise -- once I left, so yeah, I get a little sticky about "abuse" and what it constitutes for imaginary people and how they are represented. But I do feel like there are two kinds of people: Those with the darkness and those without. And Dan, Serena, Nate, thank God, don't know -- not that Lily, and CeCe before her, didn't try -- about the darkness I'm talking about.