Ted's. Blake hesitantly knocks on the door. Blake looks older every time we see him. It's obviously pretty late; when Ted opens the door, he's got a serious case of bedhead. Blake doesn't say "hi" or anything, just launches in: "A guy threw up on my bed." Basically, at whatever hellhole Blake is currently staying, someone more drugged-out than Blake is barfed on his sleeping bag. Ted says that's horrible. Blake says he can't stay there anymore. Ted says he doesn't blame him. Blake asks, since Ted offered him...well, anything, if he could stay with him for a while. Ted invites him in. Blake asks whether he's sure. Ted says that he can stay for a couple of nights, or whatever. He asks where Blake's stuff is; Blake holds up a backpack. Ted chuckles, "Well, it's always good to travel light." Blake assures Ted that he's clean; Ted assures him that he believes him. Then they more or less jump on each other to the point where I feared for the safety of their teeth. Coming up for air, Ted tries to cool it down, "Let's not...rush into this. I mean, we both need time to, uh...process how we feel." Right. He tries to mutter some more stuff about responsibility, but Blake's standing there looking all cute and cute and really cute and stuff, so Ted ends up jumping him again, as the aria from La Traviata plays in the background...