Jamie comes into Hugo's apartment, thinking it's empty, but Hugo is in fact lying on the living room rug listening to his iPod. Even that irritates me. It quickly transpires that Jamie's just there to pick up some stuff. On her way back out, she says she doesn't want the car and that he can have it. Hugo finally realizes that he's getting dumped. "I can't do this without you," he says. "I don't want to do this without you!" Jamie says she knows sixty years is a long time, "But you pussy out every time I ask you what you're going to do about it and it's starting to fuck me up!" Hugo denies pussying out, and Jamie just wants him to say he'll commit for life. "Because I trust you, and if you say it, that's enough." Hugo? Pussies out. Jamie's done with him, even though Hugo insists that he loves her. She shrilly yells that that isn't the issue as she storms out. Hugo grabs his keys and jacket and follows.
Dave and Katie are working on what looks to be a slate sidewalk behind their house. Well, at least they're laying something. Dave pushes a lock of Katie's hair behind her ear, a tender gesture, but one that he makes with a look of almost clinical detachment. Somehow that's what gives her the courage to speak her mind. "We don't do anything anymore," she says nervously. Dave starts getting all avoidant, denying that it's been a year, and saying, "We do in my version of things." The version that takes place in his head, when Katie's in the shower? All he'll say is that he loves her, and that's all that matters. He wants to "leave it alone for a while," since he figures neither of them is going anywhere. "This isn't who I want to be," she says. "You never help me." Dave takes exception to that, and says that's all he does. Katie suggests talking about it. "With someone," she specifies. That sends Dave into a paranoid spiral of horror and panic. "You really wanna do that?" he freaks. "Turn us into a Couple With Problems? That's a slippery slope." Katie points out that they're already on one. David disagrees. So Katie decides that it's time to bring up the hot Dave-on-Dave action she accidentally witnessed the other morning. Dave's embarrassed, as anyone would be, but he tries to downplay it, seeming to realize on some level that Katie's hurting a lot more than he is right now. The dismayed expression on Katie's face shows that it's not working. "You're always saying you're too tired, but you're not too tired," Katie says. "I'm too tired for this," Dave bitches, and decides to try "I love you" a couple more times. When that doesn't work, he snots, "Too bad that's not enough," and goes inside. "Oh, such bullshit," Katie hisses to the empty yard. And now they're not even laying sidewalk together any more.