Jim gets up from his desk and suggests to Pam that they bag that bottle of wine and he can catch tonight's bus to Philly instead. "I just feel like we're gonna fight," he explains. Well, now you are, sooner or later. "So how about let's not?" he adds. And then for a little extra passive-aggressive jab, he hands her her Valentine's Day gift: and old drawing of hers he had framed, that she didn't know he even kept. "Happy Valentine's Day," he grouches at her. They're stiff and weird and distant as they get their coats, but before heading out, Pam says he shouldn't go to Philly. "I think you should stay and I think we should fight." Finally, one of them acts like a grown-up. "You really want to fight on Valentine's Day?" Jim asks, and she says she does. "All right, put your dukes up, Beesly," Jim grins sweetly. Aw, man, this fight is going to be lame.
Erin comes up to Pete while he's scraping windows in the parking lot and tells him that she couldn't do it. Pete's cool, saying she doesn't have to apologize and that he just wants her to be happy. So she kisses Pete, marches right back up to Andy's office, and tells Andy they're breaking up. "And just so you know, I was worried that you were dead. You were gone for three months!" She leaves him sitting there at his desk. I don't know, I was expecting more in the way of a punchline here at the end. Suddenly Andy's speaker phone pipes up: "Andy? David. Still here. What was that about three months?" Ah, there it is.
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