Meanwhile, Jay visits A-hole at Il Bastardo, his aptly named place of work. They discuss the party A-hole is putting together for New Year's Eve. Jay asks why A-hole asked him to meet, so A-hole broaches their contentious living situation. He struggles for words, and Jay quickly realizes that he's being kicked out. He is not happy. Note that A-hole says he "might" want to take the next step. If he really were into this, he would be a lot more gung-ho. He put more passion into a bald-faced lie than he did into this farce, and that's not saying much. A-hole sucks at life, is what I'm saying. Jay blames A-holette, but A-hole insists that he made this decision independently. Jay calls them out on their constant fighting and points out that it's only getting worse with time. A-hole bullshittily tries to pin their fighting on Jay. Jay storms out.
Over at Erin's, she moans that Duncan is leaving again. Duncan brings up the sore subject of JR. Erin thanks him for being a gentleman in the face of JR's goading. Duncan can't resist admitting that he wanted to hit JR. He asks what's on Erin's mind, and she basically lets Duncan know that she is weak and useless, that she wants to -- as she said earlier -- have her cake and eat it, too. She loves having him there and falls more in love with him each time, but then he leaves. He's all, "Yeah, it's called a 'long-distance' relationship, dumbass. Also, remember that time I tried to make it not-long-distance, and you freaked? Yeah." Duncan refuses to be a part of a love triangle and says he wants to know that he can trust her while he's gone. She claims he can, but he's not entirely sold. She doesn't even attempt to justify herself, then says that she needs to think about things. He throws that wish-washy tripe back in her face and orders her to figure her shit out before making another snotty exit. No hug, no kiss, nothing. Again. Harsh. Erin dramatically collapses on the couch, and a single tear runs down her cheek.