At home, Stuart sits in a chair and reads the letters while a team of cleaners go to work clearing the debris from the party. "Too much information," he says to himself, abandoning the letters. Later, the flat's spic-and-span, and Stuart's sprawled out on the couch when the buzzer permeates the silence. It's Nathan, who says that Vince and Cameron have been over at Hazel's all day, slagging Stuart off. Nathan asks Stuart if he's okay, and while Stuart is visibly touched by the sentiment, he still tells Nathan to fuck off. Twice. Turning back into the flat, he suddenly claps eyes on the lesbian letters and realises this would be an excellent opportunity to scam the fuck out of yet another innocent person -- twice in one episode, yo. Not that that's a record for Stuart or anything, but he does like to seize these opportunities as they present themselves. He buzzes Nathan up, quickly strips down to his underwear and an unbuttoned shirt, and pretends to be lounging around, completely bored, when Nathan walks in. Nathan is wearing skin-tight black jeans, an orange t-shirt that says "Bitch" on the front, and his hair is slicked back à la John Travolta in Grease. It is not, shall we say, a good look. He tells Stuart that he's been defending him to Vince and Cameron, telling them Stuart's not as bad as they think he is. "Nathan, you're a little boy. Don't fucking think you know me," Stuart tells him coldly. After a pause, he suggests that Nathan just leave. "It's not Vince, it's...lots of things," he says. Nathan, of course, takes the bait. "Like what?"