"Harvey, that's enough!" Jessica snapped, finally losing it. She was used to the guy being a pain in the ass, but he'd taken it to a whole new level lately. "My office. Now." She growled, waiting for him to start walking before she followed – not trusting him to go otherwise. "Listen," she turned on him. "I don't know what the hell is going on with you, Harvey, but I suggest you get your shit together or take some time off. Understand me?"

"I don't need time off."

"Oh, bullshit."

"Jessica, I'm perfectly-"

"Harvey, sit down." She cut him off. He conceded, knowing full well that a life without a head was no life at all, and that's where he was headed – pun not intended. "I've known you since you were nothing. I made you. Do you honestly think I don't know you by now?" For once, he followed the rhetorical. "I know there's something up with you, and I know it's effecting how you work, so cut the bullshit, or go home."

He stared at her for a second, trying to think. But all he could seem to think right then was that she was right, and life sucked, and he sucked, and everything sucked, and he didn't know how much longer he could take it. She seemed to notice this; her face softened and she sat on the edge of her desk, waiting. She didn't have to wait long.

"I made a mistake."

"You've never come to me with a problem and not a solution."

"I can't fix this one." He took a breath to compose himself. "It just... It hurts right now. But it'll get better."

"Go on?" She prodded.

"It wasn't supposed to happen..." If she hadn't known him as well as she did, she might have thought that he wasn't going to speak again, he took so long a pause. But he did. "Things got... heated... when Mike got that job offer." He began. "When he said he was staying, I all but got down on one knee right there." He saw her tense, but couldn't stop himself from continuing. He really needed to get this off his chest – lest it killed him. Better her than it. "But we already dug ourselves into a hole we couldn't get out of. We were forced to be committed to other people and it all just went to shit from there."

"You know, Harvey," This. This is what he needed. Words of wisdom from his mentor. "Sometimes we have to fight for what really matters." She said, and he felt the beginnings of hope warm him. "And you already won. Scottie's here, Harvey. That's a good thing." And just like that, the warmth was replaced by a rock.

"You're right. Thank you, Jessica." He stood up, feeling more alone than ever.

"Oh, and Harvey?" She said as he was leaving. "I'm sorry."

He tried not to look as broken as he felt when he nodded to her, and then all the way back to his office. The plan was to go inside, close the blinds, put on some music, and drink way too much. It wasn't like he was going to get any work done anyway. His mind was elsewhere – and did he ever want it to stop.

He made it as far as his desk before his plan was interrupted.

"Harvey, I know something's bothering you, but whatever it is you have no r-" She was forced to stop when she saw the dead look in his eyes, the blistering pain that she'd missed before. All she'd seen was the anger – but she'd known that with Harvey, it always went deeper. He was looking up at her as if searching for a lifeline. "Harvey," she breathed. "What's wrong?"

A/N: Another short one, I'm sorry. BUT – buuuut, maybe we'll get some longer fluffier chapters soon? It really helps the writing process when I get reviews.;) Also, when I'm not sick, half asleep, and still crying over the season finale.):