"What were we thinking?" she asks him.

"We were drunk," he points out.

"I know."

"And sometimes it's nice just to have someone."

"Yeah," she nods.

"I should get going."

"No, you should stay," she tells him.

"What?"

She points, "On the couch," she answers.

"Ok," he agrees, trying not to make too much of his small victory.

"On second thought it would be cruel to make you stay on the couch. I do have a guest room. You can sleep in the guest room."

"Ok," he agrees.

She shows him the guest bedroom, and then heads to the bathroom. When she's done bathing she slips under her covers. She stares at her wedding ring under the light of the lamp, for a long time.

"This should mean something," she tells herself. She slips the rings off her finger, and lays them on the stand. She turns off the lamp, and crawls under the covers. An hour later she finds herself staring at her ceiling, wide awake. She throws back the covers, and tiptoes into the guest bedroom. She hovers in the doorway. She nearly jumps out of her skin as the lamp flips on. Daniel looks at her.

"I didn't know that you were still awake."

"Couldn't stay away from me?"

She doesn't answer.

"I couldn't sleep, how about you?"

"No," she shakes her head.

He pats the bed, and she enters the room. She takes a seat on the end of the bed.

"What are you thinking?" he quizzes.

"All of your stupid, good qualities that make me not hate you entirely."

"Like what?"

"You generally care about people."

"More than you ever could."

"And you always stand up for what you think is right, even when you're dead wrong."

"You're a good mother," he tells her.

"No I'm not. I made every possible mistake, and drove her away."

"You did what you had to."

"I should have done more."

"But you would do anything for her, and that's what a good mother does."

"I should go to bed."

"Don't."

"Give me one good reason."

"Never mind," he loses his nerve.

"Daniel if you have something to say spit it out."

"It's not important, go to bed."

"No, tell me," she begs.

"I was just thinking that it would be nice if this could work out, it would be nice even if we were just friends. It would nice to not always have to be at odds with you. It would be great to have you on my time for a change, I wish you didn't always have to be my enemy."

"Wouldn't that be something?"

"Maybe in another world," he answers.

"Night," she leaves the room.

He flips out the light, "Good night, wifey," he calls after her.

She smiles to herself as she walks down the hall.

"I love you," he admits to himself.

She crawls into bed, and falls asleep instantly.

When Daniel wakes up he finds clothes draped across the end of his bed. He quickly showers, and puts them on. He goes into the kitchen and finds Wilhelmina sipping a cup of tea.

"No breakfast?" he teases.

"I don't have anything to make breakfast with, but I will be nice to you."

"Why?"

"I'm feeling nice this morning."

"How often does that happen?"

"Almost never," she admits, "You can eat some yogurt if you'd like."

"Is it any good?"

"For two more weeks, I checked the date for you."

"Thanks, you're such a good wife," he pulls open the refrigerator door.

"I try."

"Did you leak that video?"

"No," she answers.

"I thought that was the plan."

"I decided to handle it differently."

"How?"

"I left a file on my desktop labeled Top Secret."

"Marc?"

"He couldn't keep it a secret if it his mouth was sewn shut."

"You think there will be a media frenzy when we leave?"

"I'm counting on it."

"We should probably get going," he points out.

"Ok," she agrees.

He heads for the door. She grabs her bag, and follows behind him. He pulls open the door, but stops in the doorway.

"Forget something?" she questions.

He reaches for her hand. She willingly laces her fingers him as she slams the door behind them. They ride the elevator to the lobby. The doors open, and they find the lobby is quiet.

"Maybe he didn't tell anyone."

"I doubt it," she replies as they move toward the door.

He pulls the door open for her, she steps out, but waits for him. They step out into a media storm. He places his hand on the small of her back, and leads her to the car.

At Mode when the elevator doors open Claire is waiting on them. She watches in utter disbelief as they exit the elevator holding hands. Wilhelmina turns toward him. She kisses him on the cheek, "You should deal with her," she whispers into his ear.

"K," he agrees. He smacks her on the ass as she walks away.

Without a word he starts toward his office. Claire follows him, she closes the door behind herself. He takes a seat, and calmly awaits her wrath.

"This is a sham right? Please tell me that this is something that the two of you have worked out for the publicity."

"The marriage was a mistake," he admits.

"But?"

"We've agreed that it will work out to both our advantages if we stay married. The press will eat it up, and sales will go through the roof. It's really just a business move."

"Are you really that naive?"

"What do you mean?"

"Wilhelmina always comes out on top. She's going to use you, and when she's done with you she'll smash you like a bug."

"I'm used to that. At least this way Wilhelmina is a little bit nice to me."