Cameron's sitting at a traffic light with a bag full of Chinese takeout on the seat next to him. The light turns green, and we can chalk up one more obnoxious act to Cameron's growing list: he just sits there until the car behind him honks. Cameron pulls a "U"-ey. Stupid traffic light. Whenever Cameron has time to think, bad things inevitably happen.
And wouldn't you know, it, next thing we see is Cameron parked outside of Nina's house all stalkery, watching her close the drapes. When he goes up and knocks on the door and she answers, his opening line is, "Don't ask me what I'm doing here, 'cause the truth is I don't know." Could that be more Cameron? How many times do you think he rehearsed that shit in his head? To her credit, Nina looks totally over his bullshit and tells him to go. Cameron agrees that he should, but instead of leaving, he paces the porch and says, "I don't wanna hurt anyone. I don't wanna hurt your family, I don't wanna hurt Peter my best friend." Nina mentions his wife, and he suddenly remembers that he loves her too. "I was doing so well pushing ahead away from you," he says, "and now here I am." Not that well, clearly. Nina's actually pretty pissed at him. "I was over you," she says, her voice breaking. I would think she'd be even more over him now. But instead she admits to him that she keeps wondering, "Does he still love me? And if not then why not? And where did it go?" And does that place have an extradition treaty? Cameron says that his feelings for her aren't going away, but he doesn't want to hurt her family. Nina's eyes fill with tears as she asks if he's talking about an affair. "We could be together whenever," Cameron shrugs charmingly. Nina drags him across the porch and all but throws him off it, which I'm all for. The only problem is that she's not doing it because she's pissed, but because she's actually tempted. Idiot. Cameron kisses her on the hand that's grabbed his shirt, and leaves, so that his wife can finally get some cold Chinese takeout in her belly.













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