"I would like you to ask Donna to accompany you to your next session." Dr Agard is out of her mind. First of all, she's assuming that Harvey is going to attend another session with her. Even though she's probably right, especially if she deems that Harvey hasn't done enough to warrant more medication. And secondly, she's asking the impossible.

"You're shitting me, right? That's never going to happen." The office is large, and even wider is the gap that Harvey is keeping between himself and his therapist. Despite the number of sessions Harvey has had with her, he's still extremely standoffish. If Dr Agard's going to make him sit through these pointless sessions in order to refill his prescription, he isn't going to make things easy for her.

"Because you don't want her to come, or because you don't want to ask her?" she clasps her hands together as she questions him. Harvey has noticed that Dr Agard does this whenever she asks a question that she thinks has him cornered. It also means that Harvey has spent far too many sessions in her office already if he's noticing things like this.

"It doesn't matter, because she's not going to say yes." His expertise at deflecting questions has come from the numerous years he's spent as an attorney. If Harvey Specter doesn't want to answer a question, he won't.

"I find it interesting how you're not even willing to try." Unfortunately, that doesn't mean that Dr Agard won't stop trying to get him to cooperate.

"I don't give a shit what you think is interesting." Harvey leans back on the couch, putting both his hands behind his head. He knows that she is trying to bait him into accepting her challenge, but he won't bite.

"Then why are you here?" Harvey finds it hard to believe that he is her most difficult patient, but she sure as hell makes him feel that way sometimes. She's very good at giving him disappointed stares. The minute he walks into the door every week, she can take one look and know whether or not he's heeded her advice. And if he hasn't, Dr Agard has no trouble expressing the futility of giving him medication if he's going to become dependent on it.

"You know why I'm here." To delve into his psyche. To unravel his id. To sift through his subconscious, or whatever the hell it is therapists tell themselves so they can sleep at night. And at the end of the session, he gets to leave with just enough medication to get him through the week. Dr Agard asks him this question almost every single week, and he's beginning to wonder why himself. For the most part, he's fine. But Dr Agard has this idea in her head that he's regressed since his attempt at roleplay with 'Donna' just because he refuses to speak about what was said during that particular session. He'll talk when he thinks it's necessary to discuss it, and not a moment before.

"Well, while you're here, you may as well pretend that you'll listen to me. Or perhaps I should increase the number of required sessions to twice a week before I'll write another prescription." It's a thinly veiled threat, one that she brings up only when she's at her wits end. It's the last resort for whenever he's being particularly obstinate. Thankfully for Dr Agard, Harvey hasn't yet developed immunity to such a possibility. If he had, he wouldn't be so uncooperative in the first place.

"Doesn't that violate the Eighth Amendment?" Harvey quips sarcastically.

"If you think it's cruel and unusual punishment, you are perfectly welcome to find another doctor. I doubt the Supreme Court will take your baseless complaint, however." She sounds unimpressed. They both know that Harvey won't look for another doctor. The only thing worse than extra sessions with Dr Agard is having to start from scratch with another therapist.

"She's not going to say yes." He has relaxed from his overly confident position on the couch, with one arm sitting on the armrest. Harvey's making sure that he keeps eye contact with her when he makes such an assertion, because any sign of weakness is like blood to a shark.

"How would you know unless you ask her?" The shark is circling, waiting for him to make a splash.

"Because I know Donna, and I can assure you that she'll find this just as stupid as I do." He's back to calling this whole situation stupid. The truth is, Donna would probably side with Dr Agard, and that's the last thing he needs. There is nothing less appealing to him than the thought of both his therapist and Donna bonding and discussing how emotionally stunted he is.

"If you know her so well, how could you be surprised that she left you for Louis?" It's a necessarily cruel comment; one that works a little too well. Harvey exhales sharply, involuntarily dropping his guard. Dr Agard continues her onslaught now that her prey is weakened.

"I'll tell you; you didn't see it coming because you don't know her as well as you think you do, even though you should have known that her willingness to put up with your nonsense wasn't infinite!" Truth is often fickle, but Dr Agard speaks a truth that Harvey has refused to admit to himself. He's unable to meet her eye; it's difficult to stare her down whilst he's trying to prevent his throat from closing up.

"It's a simple task, Harvey. I just want you to ask her. If she says no, then we can deal with that together. I know you can do this." Her voice has softened, and Harvey can safely look her in the eye again. She has the audacity to smile at him encouragingly, even after the way she delivers a sucker-punch to his chest.

"I think if you give me some more pills, that'll help." Their session has come to an end. Dr Agard rolls her eyes, but she stands up to find her prescription pad and a pen. Harvey stands up as well, ready to receive his motivation behind his visits. Dr Agard writes him a prescription and tears it off. But before she hands it to Harvey, she holds it back from his reach.

"Do you promise me that you'll ask?" There's a pause before Harvey gives a single nod. Dr Agard begrudgingly hands him the prescription. Harvey's definitely wearing her down. But he figures that he'll at least attempt her simple task. Just to show his appreciation, even if she doesn't always deserve it. Besides, how hard can it be?