BLUNT
The smell welcomes her a mile away and they're lucky it's past midnight and no one is there or his recent promotion is thrown out of the window at this very second.
But she doesn't say anything about that as she steps into his new office, he's sitting on the couch, a forlorn look on his face as one of his father's records plays quietly in the background.
She simply sits down next to him, her hand briefly hovering above his knee. She so desperately wants to comfort him, but for once she doesn't know how.
And thus, when he brings it up to his lips once more, taking a puff, she steals the blunt from his fingers and does the same - for she hopes her simple presence is enough for now.
She doesn't talk much; he's too lost and heartbroken for that. Besides, she simply doesn't know what to say, so she hands it back and lets him indulge in this bad habit just for one night.
She knows it won't be the last time for him, but it is for her because when he finally speaks, his words floor her so much, she can still hear them years later whenever she thinks back on it.
"I wish you didn't have your rule."
She doesn't comment about it that night, for when she's finally able to look at him, she notices him still staring in the distance, probably unaware he spoke at all.
She smiles to herself, takes a moment to collect her thoughts and then pushes herself to stand, pulling the blunt from his fingers once more. She taps out the marijuana filled cigar, tosses it in the bin and then reaches forward to collect him too.
She brings him home, almost tucks him into bed, and the next morning she's back at the office before the cleaners are. Opening the ventilation locks and removing any trace of what transpired the night before.
When Harvey arrives that morning late, he still looks lost, and she simply gives him a reassuring smile as he sinks back in his desk chair.
He never brings it up, and neither does she, for she's certain he doesn't even remember any of it.