Set on 4x14
A few years later, Sunday at Harvey's:
H: "Take one of my sweaters."
D: "Sure?"
H: He smiled. "Yes Donna, you're cold, use one."
Donna went to Harvey's room, looking for one of his sweaters. She smiled as she put it on and smelt his perfume. She was about to turn off the light in his dressing room, when she saw the cactus she had given him on a shelf, she took it smiling and came back with Harvey.
D: "I thought it would be dead." She giggled.
H: "Thanks for the trust in me." He said, ironically.
D: "I know you Harvey, that's all."
H: "I would never have neglected it…" He made
a pause. "Did the cactus gift have any meaning?"
D: She wrinkled her nose. "Why?"
H: "Cactus can't be touched…"
Donna was silent for a few seconds.
D: "I think it was my unconscious."
H: "Oh Paulsen… Am I analyzing you right now?"
D: "This is weird."
H: "Yes, particularly, because I can touch you now." He said, touching her arms. "And kiss you." He kissed her and she smiled. "And you're wearing my clothes."
D: "It took me many years to get all the thorns out of you, the least I deserve is a borrowed sweater."
H: "Is it enough for you just the sweater?"
D: She rolled her eyes. "Kiss me, right now!"
H: "Maybe I'm growing some thorns."
D: "In your dreams…" She kissed him. "You don't have any chance to get away from me again."