Nate sits alone in the office, fully ensconced once more in the bureaucracy of death. Good thing he started working there again, or he wouldn't have been available to see Brenda walk through the front door and into the office. He asks if she's okay and she says she doesn't know, launching in, "Maybe it's just who I am. I don't think that I can change." Nate stands up and goes to her as she continues on, "I don't think I can become this totally different person, living this simple, happy life." Nate's almost on top of her when he says, "Neither can I." They hug and then they kiss and then they kiss for longer, and their chemistry is amazing and it will doubtlessly be good for the action of the show, even though both are their characters are just kind of suddenly deplorable, a little. Because Joe, for all of his character's vanilla-flavored powder, doesn't want Brenda to be anything less than her crazy self. He doesn't want her to bake cookies or wear a hairnet or join the PTA or to cut her hair like a soccer mom. Well, any MORE like a soccer mom, at any rate. He wants her to go to school and study what she wants and become a Doctor Lite and maybe, once, buy them sheets. Her decision to step out on a brand-new house and a maybe-baby doesn't make her unconstrained from the mores of a society that binds her. It makes her a tramp.