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"Toby Ziegler."

"Joshua Lyman."

Josh lumbered onto the barstool next to Toby, who was having a hard time looking up at him. The old anger had faded into apprehension and a bit of embarrassment. They had behaved like the children C.J. always accused them of being. They had continued throughout the campaign to speak, but never to talk. Words like "yes", "no", "okay" and "good-bye", from two men who liked, more than anything else, to hear themselves pontificate.

It had taken four words, one repeated, over a cell phone late at night. Four words and Toby was the first to learn about Josh and Donna. He counted the bottles of wine by the bar as the conversation replayed in his head.

"It's a memo from 2001 about school vouchers."

"I don't remember."

Toby exhaled through his teeth and counted to ten. He was pacing his office. "Cliff can't find it."

"Try the EOB."

Josh had said six words to Toby's twelve. "He's winning," Toby thought. "Best to reduce myself to monosyllabic grunts."

"Hmm."

"I don't know, then."

"Yeah."

"Toby, I'm trying to run a campaign here and..."

Josh was muffled as he began talking to someone else. His hand must've been over the phone; Toby couldn't hear much other than it was a woman. A woman who was with Josh, eleven o'clock on a Wednesday night, probably in his hotel room.

"Donna says you should try the file room in the basement."

Toby was silent for a moment as it sunk in how much, indeed, Josh Lyman was winning.

He was astonished that his own voice sounded friendly. "Okay, I will. Josh..."

"Yeah."

"So..."

"Yeah."

"Well, all-right, then."

"Night, Toby."

"Night, Josh."

Bigger words hadn't been needed, Toby thought as he admired the label of the Pinot Noir. "So" and "Yeah" said pretty much everything and the last thing Toby wanted was details of kisses and romances. He knew and it may have been at that point, pacing his office, that the anger began to wane. If Donna could forgive him for sins much larger than Toby was even aware of, he could learn to speak to Josh in paragraphs again.

But he wasn't at all sure he wanted to do it tonight, during the convention, on an uncomfortable bar stool.

"C.J. and Donna are upstairs, drinking gin gimlets."

"Room service?"

"Room service gin gimlets and strawberry cheesecake and chocolate mousse."

Toby grimaced. "Sounds... sickening."

The bartender took Josh's drink order, a simple bourbon with beer chaser. Josh settled himself into his seat and looked at Toby. "I was drowning in estrogen and sugar. I had to leave."

"Had to leave?"

"I may have been kicked out because I have a penis."

Toby refrained from saying what had obviously popped into his mind. "That sounds about right."

Four words. Baby steps.

Josh fiddled with the paper coaster. "C.J. also thought that you and I... should, you know.. talk."

"That also sounds about right."

"So, in order for us to start talking... you're going to have to, um, talk." Josh downed his bourbon.

"Okay."

"I'm really sort of doing all the talking here, Toby."

"I'm working on it." Couldn't Josh see how uncomfortable this was? Toby wanted to clear the air, but not right now, at this bar, when Santos was going to be nominated tomorrow. Josh had won and Toby didn't begrudge him for it, but he didn't particularly want it rubbed in his face, either.

He knew Josh's ego and bravura well. It was only a matter of time before the gloating began.

Although, looking at his former colleague, Toby realized that At The Bar Josh was quite different from White House Josh or Throwing Papers Josh. He seemed... stilled. The inner nervous energy had dissolved and his face didn't even look boyish anymore. His eyes were solemn, but they had inner wells of peaceful joy that Toby had never seen before.

This was Engaged To Donna Josh. A newer, quieter model that didn't walk so fast.

This Josh took a sip of his beer. "We still have some things in common, Toby. You know that I punched Will Bailey?"

"Punched? Not like the idiotic wrestling match you and I had, but an actual punch?" Maybe Throwing Papers Josh was still around, hiding underneath the glow.

Josh grinned. "It feels better to talk about it, doesn't it? Yeah, I punched him. Probably not my finest hour."

"Was Russell playing dirty pool?"

"No," Josh bit his lip slightly. "He.. found out about Donna and I in Portland. He told her that was probably going to have to fire her. She cried... I never saw someone cry like that. At first, I didn't really understand why she was upset and then she explained it, told me what he said and I... I kinda saw red. I went to his room and we had it out."

Toby frowned into his drink and then motioned the bartender to bring him another. "I am completely and utterly jealous that you were given such an honorable excuse to hit him."

"He's not a bad guy," Josh took another sip of his drink. "He's just caught up in it."

"He started off being a decent man and a very good writer. Then he became Bingo Bob's bitch. Then he became absolutely a waste of my time."

Three sentences and Toby didn't feel nauseous.

"I won't ever forgive him for what he said to Donna, what he said about Donna, but I think with time I'll be able to tolerate being on the same planet with him."

"What did he say to her, if you don't mind my asking?"

Josh swallowed hard and Toby could almost see tears in his eyes. "He... he said that all of Washington thought she was just my gal Friday and if she had anything to do with me, she would never have a future in the Democratic party. That she should remember that she didn't have a degree and she was doing work that people with JDs and Masters were doing. Said that by sleeping with me, all she was doing was cementing a reputation as... as... Josh Lyman's eye candy." Josh laughed bitterly and pounded the bar. "He said he was looking out for her, that he was being her friend. When she was hired, he told her that he, I can't fucking believe this part, would like to be as close to her as I was." He wiped at his eyes.

Taking calming breaths,Toby counted to ten. "And you only punched him once?"

"I was practicing restraint."

"I would not have bothered to restrain myself. When I see Will Bailey again, I may not bother to restrain myself." Toby took a long sip of his fresh drink. "I think that entire paragraph you just quoted qualifies him as a bad guy. Very bad, like, without a soul bad."

"Don't get me wrong, Toby. I'll never forgive him." Josh's voice wavered slightly. "But when I thought about it... if you and I were ten or fifteen years younger and one of the most prominent faces of a campaign we were slaving over was dating the campaign manager for the opposition... we might have thought those things. I don't think we'd have said them, but we would have thought them."

"Well, first off, while Donna is an incredibly beautiful woman... please stop making that face and morphing into the possessive freak you always become when people point out that she's attractive... I can't think of anyone ever calling her your eye candy. She's intelligent and gifted and people in Washington know that. She doesn't have a degree, but she has more national campaign experience than Will does. I bet that pisses him off. And the last part... he's obviously delusional. Being Russell's bitch has obviously caused him to lose his mind." Toby's voice grew stronger and louder. "He needs to be kept away from our women, our liquor and our Democratic party. Not necessarily in that order."

Josh laughed. Toby had lost count of the words. It didn't matter; he had one more sentence to say. "More importantly, you need to know that none of what he said is true, Josh."

"I know." Josh glanced at his shoes. "But its far more important that Donna knows."

"I'm sure you managed to convince her..."

'Me, C.J..."

Toby nearly sputtered into his drink. "C.J. knows and Will still has kneecaps?"

"She's practicing restraint as well. Feels guilty about things she said to Donna awhile back."

"About you and her?"

"Sort of. Nothing like what Will said, obviously."

Shaking his head, Toby took a small sip. Like trying to run the country, improve the country, wasn't enough work. His coworkers, past and present, seemed to make throwing stones about other people's lives a hobby. Most assumed Toby didn't care, which wasn't exactly true in his mind. He cared about Josh and Donna enough never to discuss their relationship with them. Not his business, even if they had been foolish and stopped practicing restraint while working in the White House.

There had been times in those seven years where Toby sincerely wished that they would. Because he did care and he wanted to see them happy. But for Toby to add voice and words to that wish wasn't necessary.

"Speaking of you and Donna... when are you, you know..."

"Getting married?"

"Yeah."

"If I had my way, tonight, but, you know, people want to be there to see it, so..."

"After the election?"

"Yeah. I hate the waiting. I want to be her husband now."

It was the most romantic sentence Toby had ever heard Josh Lyman say. He considered repeating it to Donna. In an instant, he dismissed the idea.

"I regret that I missed the whole proposal..."

Josh looked a bit forlorn. "Was it... an excuse?"

"What?"

"You being out with chicken pox. Was it that you just didn't want to see me?"

Toby smiled the smallest of smiles. "No, I actually had the chicken pox. Kids will give you the strangest diseases, Josh. Spots all over my body. Consider yourself warned for the future."

"You didn't have chicken pox when you were a kid?"

"I was blissfully spared."

Josh raked his teeth across his lower lip and took another sip of beer. "I really thought it was an excuse. I thought you couldn't stand to be in the same building as me."

"I can see why you would..." Toby clenched his hand around his drink. "Well, anyway, I would have liked to have been around for it."

"I..." Josh seemed stuck on his words for a moment. He looked down at the bar, then looked up to meet Toby square in the eye. "I know... I know a way you can make it up... no, that sounds wrong..." Josh looked back down.

"What?"

"Well, you see, the thing is Sam feels like its too much pressure and... no... obviously, it can't be C.J. 'cause she's already in the thing, but anyway, what I'm trying to get at is..."

"Is this how you proposed to Donna?"

Suddenly, Josh straightened his shoulders and met Toby's eyes again. "Toby, I'd like you to be the best man at my wedding."

The bar stools were as hard as concrete and the grenadine in his drink was red. Red had mushroomed on Josh's shirt. Red had been on Toby's hands and he had knelt on the cold red concrete, wondering how a May night in Virginia could be so frigid.

Now, he was in a hotel bar waiting for a nomination that, for the first time in eight years, he had nothing to do with. The red, the blood was long gone. Only a faint white line was left on Toby's cheek. He was being asked to be Josh's best man; would have seemed far out of the realm of possibilities on the cold concrete. Or on the dark day in his office when they had acted like children.

"It was six years ago to the day." The words left him and he couldn't grab them back.

"What?"

"You proposed to Donna six years after Rosslyn. It was six years to the day."

"Yeah."

Nothing more needed to be said.

Toby cleared his throat. "I'd be.. honored, Josh."