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We fight just like a family.

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I was going more for the middle portion of the Breakfast Club.

If you call me Molly Ringwald I'm slapping you.

How hard of a slap are we talking like - open palm bitch slap or playful jab?

I haven't decided.

Not worth the risk. I'll find another nickname that is.

Oh this ought to be thrilling.

Go big or go home. It seems to be the theme of the night.

Just as long as you don't threaten to walk out again.

Yeah well, Louis should know better than to piss me off.

Louis pisses you off all the time. You should know how to handle it.

I handle it by getting him to put his money where his mouth is.

That's not what I meant and you know it.

We've made our peace, until he inevitably ticks me off.

At which point I'm sure you will behave yourself.

I have to behave?

You know Louis is going to make you angry no matter what. So are you going to walk off every time he does or just learn to ignore it and help put this firm back together?

I made that commitment didn't I? That I'm in it for the long haul, even when the ship's sunk.

I'm saying that for now, even if it kills you, it's probably a good idea not to let Louis get you riled up again.

Louis riles me up when he breathes.

[ it true tho. ]

I'm happy to take a back seat and have Jessica shut him down.

And your blood pressure says thank you.

You say that like my blood pressure is a problem. I'm not that old.

Neither is Louis, you've seen what it did to him.

[ omg can you not compare him to louis. ]

That's an entirely different scenario. I workout.

I know. I've seen you naked, remember?

I was going for the healthy angle not the we've banged before, one.

I wasn't.

[ oh, hello this is definitely a new part of the conversation ]

I can tell. Do we gotta talk about this, Donna?

[Which she can tell means he doesn't want to talk about it.]

Your files for tomorrow are on your desk. I'm going home.

[ he's harvey. talking about things isn't what he does. ]

Donna. [ voice measured. ]

You know damn well this is complicated.

You don't need to remind me, Harvey. All I was trying to do was lighten the mood.

[She shakes her head. Equally measured.]

I'll see you tomorrow.

[ tenses up. ]

Well. Mood's gone, alright. Do you wanna deal with this now?

[ trying to avoid the conversation as long as possible. ]

No, I want to go home and open a bottle of wine. So unless you want to bring one I'll see you tomorrow.

[She's really not mad at him, just not wanting to fight. Donna steps onto the elevator and lets it take her downstairs.

But she'll be right outside his office at her desk first thing the next day.]

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