He sat there, eyes flickering to his records shelf and his panoramic view. He kept his face emotionless, and was unable to make eye contact. His mind pondered over her insinuation. Somewhere in her confession, the unspoken words hit him like a ton of bricks. Her tone, her expression, everything pointed towards the idea if he actually cared about this recent development. And if so, how much?

"I'm sleeping with Stephen."

"I can see that."

The words rushed out of his mouth, before he even gave it another thought. He didn't know why that was his response to her, but it just was. His mind wanted to look for something in her telling him, something only a lawyer would look for. But despite his wants, he knew his legal mind was not close to functioning. His pulse quickened, and he was growing steadily uncomfortable. He didn't trust Stephen. (Read: He didn't trust Stephen with Donna)

He and Donna had many labels, but one of them was that this relationship, whatever it may be was not a thing.

"Donna, I don't want to make this a thing."

He felt like he needed to confirm something, anything really. After all, he could feel the nervousness and anticipation radiate off of her. He knew what she was looking for. She thought he would explode, be extremely angry at the thought that she finally broke her rule for Stephen. The rule that at one point in time she stood by, firmly.

Looking up, meeting her fierce brown eyes startled him, in more ways than one. He saw that they seemed to soften, and they crinkled in the corners. He almost rolled his eyes at the thought that she was reading him with her Donna ways. He raised his eyebrows in question, knowing that his words were another thing he didn't trust at the moment. She shrugged, and he realized that whatever she had with Stephen, meant that she still wanted input from him.

He smiled and smirked all in one, about to ruin the moment with a sarcastic remark. She smiled slightly and got up, automatically heading to her cubicle, clearly sensing they needed to end this conversation, before one of them said something they regretted.

Whipping out his beloved Scotch, he sat at his desk, once again looking at the Hessington case files. The case that would inevitably be the death of him. He nursed his drink, glancing furtively at the red headed woman sitting outside.

Her personal life was personal. Therefore, he honestly had no real input. He still couldn't understand why it bothered him. Was it that she broke the rule with someone that wasn't him? Or was it that despite all things, Donna was an irreplaceable figure in his life, and he was fearing the day he lost her?

He pushed all the questions swimming in his mind, and decided to focus on Ava and the huge mess she had gotten herself into. His strategy may give a Cameron Dennis reason to panic, but he still had no idea how he was to approach this murder case. Okay Harvey, its time to prioritize. His mind flitting between the pressing case and the obvious turmoil his state of mind was in. He reasoned with himself, knowing that he convinced her that he was okay with it. He decided it was time to convince himself.

"Donna, you can go ahead and head home. I'm going to be here late, focusing on the murder trial." She heard him through the intercom, and turned around to see if he was sure about it. He knew she would do so. He just buried his face in the countless amount of files surrounding him. Knowing eye contact with Donna of all people could easily give away all his secrets. He could hear her get up and grab her things. He continued to ignore it all, knowing that that would be best.

He did what he did best, pushed all the matters of the heart to the backburner, and dedicated all of his attention the case files. He sat back in his chair, his mind dwelling in the safety of being alone.

For the first time in a very long time, he had no idea why he was thinking this way. But he was Harvey Specter, the best closer in the city. His eyes skimmed the fine print and he downed his Scotch unknowingly. This was going to be a long night.

"Your intellect may be confused, but your emotions will never lie to you." - Roger Ebert