The office had cleared out after the merger meeting, but Peggy knew Don would still be around. She stood outside the door of Don's office, collecting her thoughts. Peggy cleared her throat and Don turned, cocking his head to the side. "Are congratulations in order?" she asked.

Don smiled and shrugged. "Hard to say. Roger seems to feel that way. I guess with Ted back in the office he might be able to rein Cutler in…" Don stopped short of finishing his thought when he saw Peggy recoil at Ted's name. He stood up and moved to make a drink. "For you?"

"Yes," Peggy huffed as she flopped down in a chair across from Don's desk.

Don poured two whiskeys and handed one glass to Peggy, lingering next to her as she took a sip. "You're going to have to talk to him eventually," Don said matter-of-factly.

Peggy looked down at her lap, tapping her fingers against the glass. "There really isn't much to say. And how closely will we really be working together?" Peggy looked up as Don leaned back against his desk.

"You'll end up sharing a title. I'm hugely confident that you won't be able to continue avoiding him. At least just break the tension for the rest of us. It's painful to be in the same state as you two." Don looked toward the door and noticed Ted lingering outside. "Ted."

Peggy sat, staring ahead to avoid turning around and meeting Ted's gaze.

The trio sat in an uncomfortable silence until Ted spoke first. "Doesn't sound like Lou's going to be sticking around. Can you help me figure out what he was working on?"

Don couldn't help smiling at the news. "Of course. And I'm sure Peggy can help us with that, too."

Peggy offered a non-committal nod and took another sip of her drink.

"Excellent. It will be good to be back in the office again." Ted turned and left as Don walked behind his desk and sat down.

"Peggy…" Don started.

She snapped her head up. "Please don't. I'm not ready to deal with that right now." Peggy looked away from Don's intense stare.

"Look, I don't know what happened, I think I can probably guess, but you don't have time left to run from your problem." Don nearly spit out his drink as Peggy stood up and snapped back at him.

"Me? You think I'm running from my problems? He's the one who moved 3,000 miles away just to get away from me," she yelled, gesturing toward the door. "And you're the one who let him." Peggy poured herself another drink and downed it, slamming her glass onto Don's desk. "It's not fair that the two of you get to make all of these decisions and I don't get say in anything, but I'm the one who is supposed to fix it. I'm tired of cleaning up everyone else's mistakes."

Don laughed. "Then you're in the wrong business." Peggy shot him a glare. "If you love him, you have two options: get over it or do something about it. That's all that's available to you. I mean Jesus, Peggy. You're miserable, he's miserable. And I'm sick and tired of putting up with your attitude about it and his jack-assed moves with clients." Peggy raised an eyebrow. "I know, I don't have much room to talk." Don stood and walked over to Peggy, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I'm having dinner with Roger, Pete and Ted at the Waldorf tonight. You should stop by. I'll buy you a drink after."

Peggy looked up at Don. "You assume I have nothing better to do."

"If takeout Chinese with your cat is more your style…"

Don smirked as Peggy turned and walked out the door.