Of course the wait is getting too long and I had to write down at least one of the many ways I imagined this may go. I plan to make this a multi-chapter story, and it's rated M for future chapters. Hope you like it and the damn thing goes well lol

She walked confidently through the main hallway of ZSLWW, although confident didn't mean she wasn't scared to shit. It shouldn't be that hard, right? She was telling her friend that she has been seeing someone for a while now, and that they were in a good place. The whole 'i'm a client and that creates a conflict of interests' was solved. Thomas was planning on rescinding his contract with the firm as soon as Donna told Harvey. Louis was already aware, she had told him a few hours ago, when she -thank God- caught him just before he entered the elevator to end the day and go home. "Have you told Harvey?" he said. Damn. "No, I haven't, I… was planning on doing that just tonight."

But it WAS that hard. Because Harvey wasn't just her friend, and she knew how he was actually going to take it. She could foresee it, but she still had to fulfill her duty.

He was staring at the skyline, hands in his pockets, his back to the door, when she caught sight of him. A deep breath and a forced smile, and then a soft knock on the already open glass door.

"Hey" he said very softly. From that only, she could sense he was probably tired.

"Can I?"

"Sure." he said, turning back to the view. The night was beautiful, to be honest, and for a moment, just a brief moment, she got lost in those magnificent, dazzling stars and forgot what she came here to say. As she stepped beside him, she remained silent while her mind made a mental checklist of everything she wanted to include in her speech.

"How was today?" She asked, putting on a low tone to match the soft quiet atmosphere of the room.

"Good. Terribly loaded. Yours?"

"Uh, good… busy, too."

She tilted her head to the side slightly. He was already looking at her, eyelids heavy and in obvious need for rest. "Everything alright?"

"Yes, yes… I actually have something to update you with."

"Shoot." He said, most normal thing ever.

"I've been…" she kept her eyes on his. It was absolutely terrifying, and if she was being honest with herself, this was hurting. She liked Thomas very much, but here she was, telling the guy who she really loved that she was moving on with someone else. "...seeing someone."

"Okay… great." He replies, his expression kind and thoughtful.

"It's, uh… it's Thomas, Harvey."

"Kessler?" He said, as his eyes scanned the floor.

"Yes." She was practically numb by now.

"Good, and… does Louis know?"

"Yes, he does, and he told me it's fine, Thomas is gonna end his contract as a client tomorrow, so…"

His expression was now a blank page, a white plain wall. Impossible to read. "Well, then… congrats, I'm happy for you." He said, like it's a daily common business.

"Thanks." She couldn't even put up a light subtle smile. She was absolutely terrified. "Are you… okay with it?"

"You and him? Of course. He's a good guy, I've known him for a couple of years, as far as I know, he's a gentleman."

Her gaze went down involuntary as a tense, nervous smile took over her face. "Well, then… that's a relief."

"What do you mean?"

"No, I… I'm relieved that he has a good reputation at least." She kept the smiled and nodded twice. You'll regret this tomorrow, Donna.

"He does." He reassured, as his body turned back to the giant, mesmerizing view. "You want a drink?" He asked, out of the blue.

"Sure." She replied, and walked to the big couch, taking her beloved shoes off before falling onto it in dead weight. For a few seconds that felt like minutes, she sat there while their whole history flashed through her eyes faster than she could process. Every single important moment her brain keeps. The first smile. The other time. The first goodbye. The rehiring. The damn can opener. The second goodbye. His jealousy and her pride. Paula. The kiss. And currently… nothing. Same business as usual. Also, his perfume is all over the place, I can smell it. I love that one; I told him a while ago, but I don't think he will remember.

A shiny glass popped through the corner of her eyes. "Thanks." a soft smile, and he sits on the other side. Damn, he's looking so good. He's tired as hell, and he still looks like this. Oh, man. "Are you doing well?" he asks. A bit of concern, she notices. Protective Harvey is here, she thinks.

"I am" she assures him with a quiet nod. "I'm in a good place with him, and… everything's going fine in here, so… couldn't ask for more." Shit. The one word that triggered her whole armor apart and her brain chose that one.

"Great, then." He sips. She sips too. "There's a fundraising gala this weekend" he drops, and she senses he's trying to generate a conversation.

"Callahan & sons'?" she asks, not letting him go on. She knew about the event already, but she wanted to chat about anything too. It broke the tension.

"Yes. Apparently the firm's doing terribly in what books concerns, and of course, they're not gonna admit defeat, let alone bankrupt. So basically, the whole city knows that's the real reason behind the "Callahan Youth Foundation" smokescreen.

"No way" she says as her mouth partly falls. "Callahan's in bankrupt? Damn." she raises her eyebrows as the news take her completely by surprise, and takes another sip at the -deliciously pleasant, she must say- whisky he poured her.

"Yes. Poor them. Anyway… do you wanna come with me? That is, if you're going, of course."

"I actually wasn't planning on going, but the answer is yes. Those people throw good parties."

"Good." he says. On the inside, he hasn't actually processed what she told him just fifteen minutes ago.

"I could swear I haven't drank this one before." she says, swinging the glass with her fingers.

"You haven't, it's new. A gift from a client, apparently it costed… well, a lot. I didn't ask, but not that I care."

"It's… sinful." she said with a soft eyebrows furrow.

"Totally agree with the choice of word." he smiled at her occurrence.

Then there was silence.

She is seeing him. At least he's a good guy. I know for a fact that the man would never treat her by less than what she deserves. Was he jealous? No doubt. But something just didn't feel like the way he usually felt when she got involved with any of her other lovers. All of them that he knew. He used to feel incensed, and wondered for days what Donna may have seen in them because none of them felt enough for her. She was just too much, for all of them. Maybe including me. For the first time in so many years, he doesn't feel like she's wasting her time. He's actually happy for her, he didn't lie about that. He loved to see how she randomly smiled while she was daydreaming seating in her office, or how she would smile at the fucking phone screen. Admit defeat, man. You were too slow. Not that he's not jealous, or sad, or hating himself; he is, all of that. But at this point, and considering how much water under the bridge there was, he would never get in the way. She seemed to like him, he thought he saw a tender spark in her eyes when she mentioned Thomas and he could never ruin that for her.

However, there was a gala this weekend. He felt selfish, and dirty, but not guilty. Maybe he could take the chance this Saturday night.