Wili approaches Connor, awkwardly apologizing: "I always backmail people when I'm nervous," she explains, and he smiles all hot. She says it's counterintuitive to meet actual nice people with integrity in business, so she didn't know what to do, which is fairly awesome. She asks if they can start with a clean slate, and he's like, "Great. As long as I don't have to bump knuckles with Daniel anymore, because that is weird." She smiles and flirts about how they still have to try the scotch, and he says it's a date, and she's so happy! That something horrible must happen! His phone rings and he's like, "Dang, it's my fiancée and I have to go talk to her, later buddy," and her nod is very eloquent after he's gone, because this is exactly what she was saying would happen, and she fell for the universe's trick anyway. Everybody is getting eponymously crush'd! Cliff! And Amanda! And Wilhelmina and Daniel! And of course Betty! But if they all get crush'd then who will be left to be awesome?
Marc, apparently, who tells the random anonymous sex guy that his name is Hunter Farthington, which is exactly what you should do when you've just got boned by somebody who would live in the same building as Betty Suarez and Neighbor Jesse, because even if you don't know what the problem is yet, assume there's a problem. Real estate is the new zodiac. Marc adjusts his clothes and feels horrible for a second, and then Cliff comes running up all adorable, because he "wasn't avoiding" Marc, he "just happened to get all twenty messages" just now.
And let me tell you that this also is a lie, because really it involved a lot of staring at the phone as the messages piled up and drinking a beer and leaving the phone around the house so it's not staring at you all the time and eventually going out the house altogether for awhile, and then coming home having forgotten about just the necessary amount of angry that is keeping you from listening to the messages, so you listen to just one, just in case it's not about that or it's an emergency or something, and then there's smiling and one more message, and then twenty messages later you have completely forgotten to be mad, and then comes the running, and the sweating, and the jumping around the entire building looking for Marc, and here he is.