"Donna!" Joshua Lyman bellowed at her apartment door very late at night or very early in the morning depending on which one of her neighbors who were woken up you were to ask.

"Josh!" Donna whisper yelled as she yanked him into her home, "It is," she glanced over to look at her cable book, "2:45. You need to be quiet." Josh started to walk away from her and through her apartment; Donna ran a hand through her hair. Where was he going? "Josh, you can't just barge into my apartment and-"

She found him in her kitchen staring at the table and counter full of baked goods, and snack food packages spread out everywhere in a very un-donna-like fashion. "Were you eating all of this?" He turned back to her and smiled.

"It was a stressful day." She said in defense- she just found out about the President's MS from Toby.

"I know- that's why I went out for a drink." He said pushing around all of the wrappers, "You eat zebra cakes?" He continued to look around her kitchen and found an empty tub of i-can't-believe-its-not-butter, and held it up. His eyebrow reaching up to his hairline.

"Yes Josh! I stress ate a bunch of junk food and a tub of butter. At least my coping mechanism doesn't make me yell at my roommate's cats." Donna ran a hand through her hair.

Josh looked around the small kitchen for the cats, "I can't find them to yell at them."

"Please leave."

"No." Josh put the container back on the counter and made his way past her and toward Donna's bedroom. "Come cuddle Donnatella!" He yelled while walking down the hallway.

"Sweet Jesus-" Donna muttered under her breath, but followed him right on into her bedroom without another word.