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"Josh!" someone yelled from across the room, "any news on the exit polls?"

"Um, I'll find out."

Brad made his way to where Josh was, "Press is gonna want-"

"Don't worry about it. Enjoy the night." Josh patted him on the shoulder and walked to one of the bedrooms serving as a conference room. He found Donna sitting at a table surrounded by papers and staffers. He watched from the doorway. The staff looked anxiously at her, needing some direction. She assigned a few last minute responsibilities, and then told everyone to enjoy the night, "This only happens once in a lifetime," she paused, "twice if you're lucky."

"Thanks Donna," some of the staff said as they walked past Josh out of the room. "We'll see you down there."

"Donna," Josh said quietly after the room had emptied. His hands were in his pockets as he continued to observe her. She barely acknowledged his presence, as she tucked some loose hair behind her ears and continued reading some polls.

"I just sent some people to call the final districts. We should have their numbers in an hour."

"We don't need those demographics until tomorrow afternoon. I'm going down the see the acceptance speech."

"I will be there after I get the final numbers," Donna looked up. "Josh wait, you can't leave with your tie like that. Let me fix it." Donna got up from the table and walked over to Josh who was now leaning in the doorway. "How do all your ties end up like this?" she wondered out loud as she retied the loosely hanging tie.

They hadn't stood this close in a long time. But they used to all the time, and Josh choose this moment to remember. To remember all the times Donna had fixed his tie, and had fixed his life without a second thought. She finished and smoothed out his shirt resting her hands and his shoulders. Something flashed in Donna's eyes and Josh saw her remembering too, but she looked unsure. He held his hand out and cupped her cheek, asking her to remember. They stood there, standing close, forgiving each other, without having to say a word.

Then, he did the only thing that made sense – he kissed her. It was awkward. It took them a few seconds to figure out how they fit together. Then it was how it was supposed to be. Right.

"Hey," Santos shouted from the main room, "You two gonna join us? We're getting ready to head downstairs."

"We'll see you down there," Josh yelled in response. Neither could wipe the smile off their face. They looked at each other and started giggling. Josh pulled Donna tighter against him as they quieted down.

"Didn't really expect that tonight," Donna said as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Yea, me neither."

"We should get downstairs to the party."

"Yea." Josh gave a relaxed sigh and nuzzled her hair, "Can we stay like this for a few more minutes?"

Donna pulled back and looked at him, searching his eyes, finding the answer in the longing and contentment she saw. With a smile, she said, "Yea."