Nathan follows him after a few moments, sans shirt. Stuart stares at his bare torso, and Vince catches him, starting to twig what -- or, rather, who -- Stuart was doing upstairs. He looks at Stuart in disgust, then asks Nathan what he wants. "Can I have a towel?" he asks, smiling at Stuart, then at Vince. As Hazel toddles off to get him one, Nathan says to Vince -- who has just about had it -- "Nice room. Thanks." He knows he's twisting the knife. Vince, fed up, says, "It was a funeral. Cos you didn't even ask. You think we're wearing black cos it's the fashion? It was Phil. You met Phil." Nathan looks at him and says, "Yeah," clearly not giving a shit. "Well he's dead," Vince tells him. Nathan shrugs and says, "Sorry," but the way he says it is more like, "Sorry?" Like he's asking Vince if this is what he's supposed to say. Here, my distaste for Nathan reaches an all-time high. I really wish that Vince was the violent type at this point. "Is that it? SORRY?!" Vince cries. "I didn't really know him," Nathan says. "I just had a drink with him." Ooh, does this remind you of the part at the funeral where Vince kept trying to downplay his own relationship with Phil? Because I think it's supposed to; call it a hunch. Hazel brings Nathan a towel, and he smiles at Vince. "I'd better clean up," he says, turning on his heel and going back upstairs. Hazel asks Vince if he'll go with her to Nathan's house once they get the address out of him. Vince once again looks at Stuart. "It's his problem -- his fault," he says, really spitting out the T in "fault." Bernard says that to show up with Stuart, "Manchester's champion shagger," would be asking for trouble. Vince laughs incredulously and says that it must be okay to take him (Vince), then, because he's harmless. Having finally had enough, he gets up and says he's left some things in the Jeep. Vince walks out of the house, past the Jeep and keeps on going. Stuart comes after him, hopping in the Jeep and driving beside him, asking what's wrong and begging him to get in the car. He offers to take him for a drink, or do whatever he wants, but Vince remains silent and furious, walking faster and faster up the road. "Fuck off," Stuart says. "I'm going! Please just get in the car!" Vince breaks into a run, sprinting down the curiously empty street. I don't know if running away is the first step in getting a backbone, but I guess he's got to start somewhere.
Queer as Folk U.K.
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Queer as Folk U.K.