Set on 4x14


A few years later, Sunday at Harvey's:

H: "Take one of my sweaters."

D: "Sure?"

H: He smiles. "Yes Donna, you're cold, take one."

Donna goes to Harvey's room, looking for one of his sweaters. She smiles as she put it on and smells his perfume. She is about to turn off the light in his dressing room when she sees the cactus she had given him on a shelf, she takes it smiling and comes back with Harvey.

D: "I thought it would be dead." She giggles.

H: "Thanks for the trust in me." He says, ironically.

D: "I know you Harvey, that's all."

H: "I would never have neglected it…" He pauses. "Did the cactus gift have any meaning?"

D: She wrinkles her nose. "Why?"

H: "Cactus can't be touched…"

Donna is 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 says, touching her arms. "And kiss you." He kisses her and she smiles. "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 rolls her eyes. "Kiss me, right now!"

H: "Maybe I'm growing some thorns."

D: "In your dreams…" She kisses him. "You don't have any chance to get away from me again."