DINER

He's meticulous to the point of it being annoying, has an eye for detail that matches her own - she thinks back to him noticing any record askew, the effort she went through finding a replacement button for one of his favourite jackets, and she's sent out more than one form wide email (sans) Harvey to remind them not to touch anything in his office.

So deep down she should know that this level of attention to things that matter to him also extends to her, and yet it floors her every single time he shows her a glimpse of it.

And their last week in New York is the perfect example of it. She expected the incoming change to be hard on him and she was fully prepared to guide him through it, and while it was a mutual decision to go, she didn't think it would hit her this hard. Saying goodbye to their friends, the rhythm of their day-to-day lives for the last decade and all the places they've grown to love.

He takes her to the most important ones that week, a drink at the place they met, hidden away together in that corner booth. Her hand is in his as she tells him he did give her everything she wanted.

Lunch at their diner, laughter shared over coffee and pancakes with whipped cream because it seemed most appropriate for the location. This time around, the waiter doesn't carry an opener in an apron, but she sees him checking for one nonetheless. She reaches forward to touch his wrist and tells him he can't steal another. He doesn't, simply pays the kid behind the counter fifty bucks for it, and he surprises her with it at home.

They have dinner at Del Posto, ordering the usual, and he gets the desert he knows she always declines but steals from him anyway. They talk about all the times they came here and how different it was back then; he says it felt like a glimpse into their future every single time, and she tears up at his words.

They spent a night at her place, ordering in from that Shitty Thai place she loves, and he jokes about finally being freed of it. When she gives him a playful push against his chest, he pulls her closer and wraps his arms around her - telling her he has already asked Rachel for some recommendations.

They stop by the firm one last time on the morning of their flight. Just walking the hallways together, hand in hand, as they take in the place. Their names are now officially off the wall, his office taken by Katrina and Donna's turned back into a conference room. He wraps his arm around her as she watches it, tears filling in her eyes; he presses a kiss against her temple and tells her he's so proud of her, of everything she's accomplished and helped him accomplish. But more so personally, for standing by him still.

She cries on the plane to the other side of the country, not because she isn't excited about the future. She couldn't be happier if she tried, but it's still a lot. It hurts watching her like this, and he wishes he could show her the surprise he's gotten her already. But he asked Mike to print it and drop it off at their rental home, so all he does is hold her hand and tell her he loves her.

When he guides her into their temporary home, he brings her to the book on the table first, telling her this is for her.

When she opens it, it's filled with pictures and messages from their friends and family, wishing them the best in Seattle.

And as she flips another page, finding a map of the city they now call home, he smiles. "I know we're going to explore this city together and find new spots to call ours, but -" he pauses, flipping to another page.

She sees a replacement suggestion in Seattle for every little establishment they frequented in New York; smiling at him, she pulls him closer and buries herself into his embrace. "Thank you."