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.
We rejoin Hugo and Jamie in the car, which is pretty new for Jamie to have just given up her share of it, however they got it. They're driving around aimlessly so Hugo can continue to make his case. He thinks she's mad at him, but she's really just sad because, as she says, she doesn't know him. Funny, I wouldn't think that's a reason to be sad at all. Hugo says she does, and he pulls over in some vacant lot somewhere. "One stupid, dumb comment doesn't stand a chance against who we are," he insists. Jamie calls his remark a "belief" -- which, after all, is what Hugo said before -- but Hugo still wants to back away from his earlier position. "I was pissed because you were pissed and I wouldn't let it go," he says. Jamie looks like she wants to believe it, staring out the windshield as though for a sign. So Hugo gives her one: "I will never fuck anybody else," he promises. There, was that so hard? Well, it's enough for Jamie, even though Hugo is transparently telling her what she wants to hear. And then they have sex. Right there in the driver's seat, in the middle of the day. How they keep from accidentally blasting the horn is beyond me. What would be even better is if they somehow triggered the airbag in the steering wheel at a crucial moment and then could never have sex with each other again without a hand grenade under their bed. Afterwards, Jamie is too ecstatic and relieved to notice the trapped, panicked look on Hugo's face. Don't get married, you idiots!