"That's all I'm apologizing for, Fitz. I'm not going to apologize for getting involved in the divorce. Or for seeing him. Or for not telling you before I was going. I'm sorry I didn't tell you after I went to see him. Is that it? Are we done?"

While Fitz sat on the couch in Liv's hotel room, she just wanted him to leave. She didn't want to hear anything more about James Richards or what he had done to her. It was in the past and that was where she wanted it kept. But Fitz kept going on about him. James was the center of the problem it seemed.

"No, we aren't done. After we had the fight about him, I said some pretty horrible things to you. I'm sorry. I had no right to call you those names or call you damaged. I was hurt that you went to him, and I wanted to hurt you the same way I was."

"It's good to know what you actually think of me."

"What? I know you're not a slut or a whore, Liv."

"I know. Just good to know you think I'm damaged. You knew I was when we started that relationship. I don't trust easy. I rely on Jerry and Huck."

"I get that. I knew about your sleeping issues and the ways to make you sleep. I thought I could fix you. You fixed me when you started working for me. I guess I thought I could do the same. Maybe make you more independent of them."

"You wanted me to be dependent on you. And what sleeping issues are you talking about? I don't have sleeping issues."

Fitz was confused now. Sitting forward on the couch, he focused fully on her in front of him in the bed. Eyes locked in her eyes; he didn't know what she wasn't understanding. "Are you kidding?"

"My sleeping is fine. It has been fine. Even when we were together, so, what are you talking about?"

"You've been sleeping? For three months? Every night?" Fitz watched her nod her head. "Then you've been sleeping with him. Maybe not fucking. But you've definitely been sleeping with him. I know you, Olivia. You can't sleep unless someone's beside you. Why do you need to lie now? You've been this way since Stephen's murder. Someone is always beside you."

Olivia's eyes grew wider at his statement. "Stephen had a heart attack. No one murdered him. What the hell are you saying?"

"What are you saying?"

Both of them sat staring at the other, waiting for the other to explain. After what felt like forever but was only a minute, Liv slid off the bed and went to the bar in the room to pour a drink. Downing two shot glasses of vodka, she put the glass down and traded it for the bottle directly. Keeping her back to Fitz, she tried her best to hide the few tears in her eyes from him.

"Then it's not just nightmares," she silently cried to herself.

Fitz waited for her to turn around again until he heard her quietly cry. Moving quickly towards her, he took the bottle from her hand and put it back on the bar before wrapping an arm around her shoulder to bring her against him. "I don't understand why you don't know. Why you wouldn't remember that."

Shaking out of his grasp, Liv pulled herself away from him. "I thought it was just nightmares I was having. Edison really killed Stephen?"

"Yeah, he did. Did you hit your head or something since you've been gone?"

"Not that I know of."

"Liv, that was a major event. Your sleeping problems caused a lot of what was wrong with you and me. I just don't get how you would forget something like that."

Thinking about it for a moment, Fitz shook his head and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Finding the contact he wanted, he hit call.

"Do you know how late it is, Fitz?"

"Get to Liv's room. Now."

Rushing around the hotel room to get dressed, Cyrus left his sleeping husband to run up to Olivia. Banging on the door to her suite five minutes later, he was out of breath when Fitz opened the door.

"What's wrong? Is she okay?" Cyrus questioned coming into the room. Seeing her on the bed sitting up, she looked fine. "What the hell? She's fine. Why am I here?"

"Why doesn't she know how Stephen died?" Fitz asked him.

Cyrus looked between the two of them. Fitz seemed furious that something was being hidden from him. Olivia showed more confusion than he'd seen from her in a long time. "You woke me up for this? Didn't you talk to Jerry?"

"Why can't she remember what happened to him?"

"Cy, I thought they were just horrible nightmares. Did Edison really kill Stephen?" Liv told him, trying to remember. "That doesn't seem like something I would just forget."

Sitting on the bed to face her, Cyrus took both her hands and nodded. "He did. But you wanted to forget about that. You went to extreme measures to make sure you'd forget. Jerry, Michael, Huck, and I all know about it. Jerry was supposed to tell Fitz. It was a way to protect you and help you heal and sleep. Apparently, Jerry didn't talk to Fitz about this."

"What do you mean 'extreme measures'? What did she do?"

"She did…"

"Stop," Liv shouted at them, making them both turn to her. "First, you two cannot talk like I'm not sitting right here. Second, no. Fitz doesn't need to know, or get to know, what happened. None of this concerns you anymore."

Cyrus was about to argue and tell her it did but thought better of it. This was something the two of them needed to work out on their own. Looking at Fitz, he saw the anger trying to come out while he glared at Liv. "I think I'll let you two talk this out alone. I'll see you in the morning."

Before Liv could stop him, Cyrus was out the door. Fitz stayed on the couch keeping his eyes on her.

"You can stop death glaring me any time, Fitz."

"So, you know why you don't remember?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to tell me?"

"No."

"Damn it, Liv!" Fitz shouted at her as he slammed his hand against the couch. "For four years you've never been able to sleep alone. Now all of a sudden, you can sleep by yourself through the night without any issues. You don't remember how your fiancé died. You want me to just sit here in the dark and not know what happened. Like I'm not supposed to care."

"You called me a whore, a slut, and damaged," Liv yelled at him as she got up from the bed. "You don't get to call me damaged and then judge me or ask me how I fixed what you broke. I was fine before! I had my support team. I knew how to take care of myself and what I needed to live. So don't you dare come in here and try to question how I fix myself. You made it clear three months ago that you didn't give a damn about me. You don't care."

"How can you say I don't care? I called you every day for three months. I left you messages. I did anything I could think of for you."

"Except the one thing I needed from you."

"Which is what? I have done everything I could for you. I have been trying to get you to talk to me for months. You're the one who won't answer the phone, Liv. So, tell me, what is it from me that you needed that I didn't give you? Enlighten me."

As he spoke, Fitz moved closer to her. Now standing a foot in front of her, he waited for her to answer.

"It doesn't matter anymore. We're not together. I don't work for you. I'm not your assistant. I'm not your girlfriend. I don't care," she sighed and threw her hands up.

"You don't care? Right. I know you, Olivia. I know you care. If you didn't care, you wouldn't be hacking into the schedule at work and fixing documents, or changing the calendar, or adding things to the schedule. We both know you care way more than you ever thought you would."

"How do you know?"

"I'm not stupid, Liv. Abby's been gone for two months. My schedule keeps getting updated with court hearings and meetings that I didn't put in. I know for a fact that I didn't have anything scheduled for yesterday so I could help Dad and Verna. But suddenly, I'm supposed to be at two different courts on the opposite sides of town and a lunch meeting with Judge Bernard. You put them there to avoid me. If you didn't care, you wouldn't give a shit if I showed up in the ballroom to help set up or not. And you wouldn't be in here yelling at me if you didn't care. You care about me just as much as I care about you."

"That's a pretty low bar," she snarked at him. "You don't care about me. You cared about what I could do for you, Fitzgerald."

"I don't know how to get through to you. I love you. Don't you get that?"

"You don't love me. You don't. You didn't. If you did, you wouldn't have been trying to fix me. You wouldn't have said what you did. You would have let me explain why I saw James instead of assuming I got on my damn knees for him. Because if you love someone, then you don't try to hurt them. You don't call them damaged and point out their flaws. You don't try to change them! You don't…"

Grabbing her head, Fitz pushed his mouth to hers, kissing her hard. Liv tried pulling back from him, but he was stronger than her. Backing her against the wall, he kept his lips attached to hers. Doing all he could to convey his apologies and his love in one kiss. No matter how hard she tried to push him off her, he kept hold of her tighter. Giving it another try, she put her hands on his chest and pushed harder but he wouldn't budge. Untensing a bit, Liv let herself fall into the kiss. Kissing him back, wrapping her arms around his back as he found her waist. Picking her up, Fitz took her back and laid her on her back on the bed. When both needed to breathe, they pulled their lips apart from the others. Moving to her neck, Fitz kissed and sucked the certain spot below her ear that drove her crazy.

"Fitz, stop," Liv told him turning her head. "We're not doing this."

"We need to, Livie. We need to fix this," he moaned out between kisses on her neck.

"No, stop it."

Pulling away from her, he sat on the edge of the bed looking at her. "Livie, I need you to be with me. We are meant to be together. Whatever problems we had before, we can fix them. You and I are supposed to be together. We are a perfect fit."

Sitting up on the bed, Liv pushed herself against the headboard and held her hand out to him. "Three months ago, I would have said the same thing."

"And now?"

"I'm not the same person I was three months ago. I'm more independent than I was. I don't need anyone in bed with me to sleep. And that includes you. I don't have to focus on work to keep myself awake all night."

"That's wonderful. You don't need someone beside you. But that doesn't mean I don't want to be beside you. I miss waking up with you in my arms. Running my fingers in your hair and down your back to help you relax. I miss you, Livie."

"You miss what we had. You loved what we had. But you don't know if you love me this way."

Taking both her hands, Fitz ran his thumbs over her fingers. "I love you for you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have cared that Tyler was with you tonight. I wouldn't have called you every day while you were gone. I wouldn't have freaked out when your mailbox was full, and I couldn't leave you a message. If I didn't love you, I would've been able to move on. I would have sold the apartment and moved out. I'd have washed the pillowcase on the bed so it wouldn't smell like you anymore. Fuck, Liv, I love you way more than I ever thought I could love anyone in the world."