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Leave me be. I don't want to talk about it.

You're, uh, kind of gonna have to talk about it.

No. No, I don't.

But talking is part of the whole "healing and moving on"... thing.

[ even the most simplest sentences come out slightly mocking here. whoops. ]

Seriously though. I mean, not with me but like... [ handwaving gesture here ] In general?

I'm healing just fine.

[Yup. Denial.]

Yeah, 'cause all that barf helps, right? Do I need to find you a little brown paper bag?

[ mike, don't be a dick ]

I know you don't want to talk about it. [Hello awkward waiting for the elevator.]

[He just nods. He hates that it's awkward between them. All because of three little words, really? Or him being stubborn.]

Good.

[Give him time, it still hurts. He's also not going to mention the panic attacks.]

So...what should we talk about.

[Donna doesn't want it to be awkward either. It's not as if she hates him. She would like to think they can still be friends so she's not going to pretend he's not standing there. But she also doesn't want to fight anymore either.]

I have no idea.

[The things they usually talked about they didn't share anymore. What was going on with him he couldn't share either. He wanted to seem like he was okay. That something like this could shake him so much. It was true that Scotty leaving didn't even shake him this bad.]

...Did you have plans later?

No plans for tonight. Probably just going back home.

You?

Does Ben & Jerry's count as a plan?

[mostly because her mun won't let her not be concerned, gdi. Lawyers stick together and all that shit, at least in her head]

...Harvey? Anything I can do?

Not sure there is.

If there's anything...just call me.

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