“And downtown, Miranda seemingly had her communication problem licked,” Carrie tells us. Lying on her stomach, Miranda is smiling as though in ecstasy, and Marathon Man crawls up from ass-level to snuggle. Carrie says Miranda felt like she should do something in return, and Miranda offers a massage. He accepts. As she starts rubbing his back, his taut butt wiggles higher and higher toward her face. Miranda looks increasingly uncomfortable until she is about two inches away from his ass, at which point she shouts, “I don’t want to do that!” Annoyed, he drops his butt.
Carrie is alone in her bed. Pebbles hit her window, so she darts over and sees CIM on the street. After a few seconds of locked eyes, he darts toward her building’s door and she follows suit. Opening her apartment door, he dashes in -- but in slow motion -- and sweeps her up into a deep kiss. “This time, we didn’t need words,” Carrie narrates. It’s actually a fairly nice moment -- he just grabs her and goes for it, and they show a little chemistry.
We cut to Carrie on her bed, sitting coiled behind a shirtless CIM. It’s implied that they either just had sex, or fooled around until he got cold feet. He stands up and faces her, putting a shirt on -- boo! -- and she stares right at his crotch, as though she’d like to slap it in a bun and gobble it up with mustard, relish, and some sauerkraut. CIM wonders if she’s just doing this to ease her conscience. “No, no, I just…I love you,” she breathes pathetically. She looks up at him with puppy-dog eyes. “I still love you, I just…wish that I could be your girlfriend again,” she finishes. CIM leans down and kisses the top of her head, then lingers so that they rub noses. “I need to think about that,” he says gently. He walks away, and she doesn’t unclench his hand until the last possible second. “His actions said he still loved me, or maybe just missed me, or maybe he needed closure,” Carrie narrates as she stares morosely into space. “Maybe I’d never know.”
Miranda jogs in the park in the morning, conspicuously trying to sprint ahead of Marathon Man. “The next morning, due to sheer embarrassment, Miranda got what she needed -- a running buddy who pushed her into the nine-minute-mile group,” Carrie voice-overs. Miranda grins maniacally as Marathon Man is left in her dust, with nothing but a distant view of his former anal snack.