Hannah eventually gets around to flat-out telling Adam she just doesn’t want to be with him anymore, and he does not take this well. “You told me I was the only one who ever made you feel anything,” he says, wounded. “You said I made your whole body feel like it was a clit,” he continues, which... is actually a pretty compelling argument.

Hannah’s not buying it, though. “I’m an individual, and I feel what I feel when I feel it, and right now I feel like I don’t ever want to see you again,” she tells him. It’s a pretty cold thing to say, especially to someone who just got run over, but in her defense, Donald Glover’s dick is in her immediate horizons, which would probably cloud anyone’s judgment.

Back at Hannah’s apartment, Marnie and Elijah are drunkenly duetting on a Sarah McLachlan tune that I am way too lazy to look up. Elijah starts pouring his heart out to Marnie about his dating woes, and Marnie sympathizes, before admitting that she could never be a gay man because she doesn’t like giving blow jobs and anal sex. Elijah is shocked to hear this, and decides to initiate sex with her, via some sloppy kissing and really awkward-looking boob-touching.

We are then treated to a (pretty incredible) view of Andrew Rannells’ ass and some Allison Williams side-boob. Although it looks crazy hot, the whole thing peters out when Elijah is unable to get hard, in part because he’s turned off by Marnie rolling her eyes at him but also because he is a homosexual and has zero interest in touching boobs other than to giggle and comment on how squishy they are.

This was the only part of the ep that rang completely false to me: as someone who has had her fair share of unsuccessful sexual encounters with gay men, it’s totally implausible that Marnie and Elijah would get as far as they did without one of them squealing uncomfortably and suggesting they watch a Bunheads marathon instead.

Finally, Hannah arrives at Sandy’s house with the inimitable pick-up line, “Can I borrow The Fountainhead?” Don’t read that shit, Hannah. It’s like, 900 pages long and it’ll make you an even more insufferable human being than you already are. Then she falls blissfully asleep, presumably awash in dreams of Donald Glover’s cheekbones.

Welcome back to Girls, ladies and gentlemen. They came. We came. We all laughed.