Glynis also has a look of consternation: "Um, do I -- do I have a blemish?" Luke: "Not that I can observe." He adds, "No, of course…I mean, all the makeup obfuscates the natural texture of the skin." Glynis: "So you're saying…I'm fake?" The way she delivered that line sounded much more natural than almost anything else I've heard her say all year. She didn't chirp it; she just said it. Keep it up. Luke: "No…you're just different than you were." Glynis: "That didn't sound very supportive." Friedman, who's been witnessing all this with slight discomfort, says, "I'm gonna be walking over there. You kids take your time." When he goes, Luke says they should have this conversation later. By which he means, "Like, once I'm dead." Glynis tells him: "I have been the gawky one all my life. No one's head ever turned when I walked by. Is it so wrong to enjoy that now?" Luke: "No. It's just…" He pulls her away from the middle of the hall to one side, and says, "Our connection…was based on immutable certainties…a shared intellectual buffet, if you will." What if I won't? Will the ghost of Roland Barthes thumb-wrestle me into submission? "Shared intellectual buffet"? O-kay. He continues, "And one of the constants in that equation has changed…" Glynis asks, with a lot less incipient hysteria than might have been the case prior to Makeup 101, "Are you breaking up with me?" Luke says he wants her to be happy: "And I think maybe I need to get out of your way." Glynis looks sad. He tells her, "You should go and see Manic Toolhead with those guys." Glynis is ever so slightly sniffly and her mouth twists a little bit, but she keeps her shit together, and says, "Okay." Luke's expression is a mixture of guilt, sadness, confusion and defensiveness. Glynis bites her lip a little and takes off down the hall, but she doesn't combust. Yay, Glynis! She's upset enough to not really notice the guys noticing her.