Later that day, Stuart meets Romey for coffee and tells her the news. She assures him that he'll still get to see Alfred a lot, because she has a project in Brixton and is down there all the time. "So what's brought this about?" she asks. "Big fish in a small pond. So small!" Stuart mutters. "I'm friends with a sixteen-year-old boy. It's time to leave." Romey says Vince could get transferred to a store down in London, and Stuart tells her Vince would only hold him back. "Standing there, disapproving." Romey smiles. "And you love it," she says. Stuart says that Vince just isn't good enough, and Romey jokes that they're like an old married couple. "Except we're not shagging," Stuart replies. "That's a married couple," she grins. "Another reason to go," Stuart asserts. Romey says she bets Vince moves to London, and asks him what he said when Stuart broke the news. Stuart is silent. "Go on, what's he said?" He looks at her, still silent. "For Christ's sake, you haven't even told him!"
That night on Canal Street, Janice goes up to the bar for drinks and finds Stuart standing next to her. She asks him if he's going clubbing later, so she'll know where Nathan will be. "Don't know what he sees in you," she tells Stuart, not completely serious. "Yeah you do," Stuart replies, smirking. "Well, that's not what I'd call a hairstyle. And as for the walk..." Stuart thanks her, to which Janice responds, "Pleasure. Time was, Nathan thought you were boyfriend material. Now you're better than that -- you're God." Stuart asks her what he's supposed to do about that -- leave? "Oh, don't you dare! He'll only follow," she says, walking away with her drinks and leaving him with the bill. In the loo, Nathan is washing his hands when Stuart walks in and leans against the wall, saying that he never did give Nathan a birthday present. Nathan flicks water in Stuart's face and says, "I'll have a mobile phone." Stuart replies that he can do better than that, looking pointedly in the direction of the toilets. Inside the stall, Nathan pins Stuart to the wall, holding him still with his forearm across his chest. "Sixteen," Stuart hisses. "Shut up!" Nathan tells him as he gives Stuart a handjob. He doesn't, er, last long, and as Nathan wipes his hand clean with a bit of toilet paper, Stuart looks sheepish and humiliated. He offers to finish him off, but Nathan tells him it's okay and leaves.