Donna walks through the door, into the entryway of his apartment. He'd left the door open for her, just as he'd promised. She can't help but wonder when he might not need to do that anymore, their relationship was progressing so quickly, the exchanging of keys couldn't be far away. It gives her a giddy feeling, excited for all of the next steps they get to take together.
With a smile on her lips, she toes out of her heels, leaving them by the door, and heads into the living room. She finds him on the couch, reading through a file, soft music coming from his sound system. He looks up when he hears her approach, a smile replacing the frown of concentration on his face. 'Hey. You're here' He says softly, setting the file down. She smiles back at him. 'I said I would be. You didn't believe me?' She says, teasingly. He smirks up at her. 'No, I did. I just wasn't sure that Louis was going to let you loose this soon.' She leans down, giving him a quick kiss, before dropping down next to him, and leaning her head on his shoulder.
'Sheila was tired. It was a really nice night, I'm glad I went over. I think it was good for him, and for me too. With everything that's going on, we still have to remember to take time for the important things. He's my friend. He needed to know that I still value that- that WE still value that, that just because we are together now, that hasn't changed.' She says, picking up his glass of scotch sitting on the coffee table, and taking a sip. He nods. 'I know. I had a similar conversation with him earlier, in my office' she smiles up at him. 'He told me about that. That was good, Harvey. I went over for one part, to convince him not to leave, but it turns out you had already done that.' She pokes his chest, teasingly. He grabs her hand, lacing their fingers together. 'Well, we make a good team, you and I.' He says, squeezing her hand. She smiles. 'We always have' She says softly. He smiles at her, leaning down to kiss her, the hand not already entwined with her own, cradling her cheek.
He pulls back, running his thumb along her cheekbone. 'I'm glad you had a good night. Even gladder that you came home to me after' he says softly. She looks up at him, with a little bit of wonder, it still shocks her sometimes, how open he is with her now. That he doesn't just tell her how he feels, he shows it, everyday. 'I always will.' She says with a smile. He shakes his head. 'Not always. You didn't the other night.' She sighs. 'Harvey..' he cuts her off. 'No, I know. I know why. I just wish you could've told me at the time, so we could've avoided the whole situation. I don't like sleeping without you' He finishes, a slight blush on his face, like he didn't mean to say that last part. She cradles his face in her hands. 'It's a learning curve for both of us here, but I think we're doing fine. We just have to talk to each other about what we are thinking and feeling. We've spent so many years avoiding doing exactly that, it's just going to take some time to get used to, but I promise to not let any of that stop me from coming back to you at the end of the day. I don't like sleeping without you either.' She finishes softly. He turns his head to kiss her palm, letting her feel his smile. 'Good' he murmurs. She leans in to kiss him again. 'Good.' She replies, leaning her forehead against him. They were going to be just fine.