Based on Donna and Harvey's last scene in 7x14, them sharing drinks in her office. Donna's POV. WHY ARE THEY LOOKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE THAT? SO FREAKING LOUD!

Tonight, it's "Two glasses of scotch and you."

Just like that one night in the DA's office when we were celebrating your promotion to head litigator, when I told you that scotch isn't good enough and we needed a ritual or something. Then you had an idea, something a gentleman wouldn't say out loud, so you drew it on the notepad I gave you and said that we could do it with whipped cream. (And we did. The other time.)

You sat on the edge of my desk, asked to revisit our earlier conversation, teased that I've thought about it. You said that I would do it, but I told you otherwise. You thought I'm afraid I'd fall for you. But when I said it's gonna be you who'd fall for me, you took it as a challenge until I explained that it's something you wouldn't get to take because I don't get involved with men that I work with. Then you jokingly fired me, and we just laughed about it while staring at each other. (Didn't think it's something you would actually consider doing years down the line.)

And here you are, in my office, sharing drinks with me yet again. There's nothing new, honestly. It has become a habit of ours back then, in your office, after work hours. Like it's a natural thing, for me to barge in the room and pour us both a drink, for us to share the couch in silence or with your father's record playing in the background.

It's something we've always done, before I wanted more and you ran after her, before Malik attacked me and I kissed you, before she made you choose between the two of us, before I resigned and you came knocking on my door and tore my letter apart, saying that you're gonna be okay when I come back.

You, coming in here and asking if I want you to pour us a drink before I head home for the night, it's strange yet very familiar. It's the same but somehow different. Because you have that look in your eyes, like the one I discovered you are capable of having when you look at me. Did it just come back or has it never left?

"Obviously, you don't just look at me this way. You're capable of looking at me THAT way but you don't want to let those worlds collide because you're afraid to risk anything."

I don't know how to make sense of it as you pour scotch on my glass and we steal glances at each other with shy smiles on our faces. Things between us have been rough the past couple of weeks and we're walking on eggshells to get back to normal – our blurry, unexplained definition of normal.

But for tonight, I'm just going to take this glass of scotch with you.

Just like the old times. Just like the old us.

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