Mike likes to think he knows Harvey pretty well at this point. After all, they’ve known each other for three years and have been through so much in that time: Trevor trying to pull Mike down, Travis Tanner framing Harvey, Jessica finding out their secret, Grammy dying, Harvey attempting to fire Mike, Rachel finding out their secret, the merger with another firm, the slow repair of their working relationship (not to mention their personal friendship), Harvey’s latest (failed) attempt to get his name on the door, a client suing Mike for malpractice….
The list, when he thinks about it in those terms, is actually kinda horrifying. Laid out like that in simple words, Mike wonders how they even made it this far. How neither of them has tapped out. How they are not only still working together, but still enjoy it as much today as they did the first day they started working together.
Although, this latest event (the malpractice suit) is seriously making Mike question his choice to ever fight so hard for this life. He can feel everything slipping away, and it’s a feeling he has become all too familiar with. But that doesn’t stop it from being scary as hell.
He feels like he is drowning in paperwork and he can feel the walls of his apartment closing in on him (yes, he’s still in the same one, has tried to move out over the years but could never bite the bullet and actually leave) and he can’t breathe. He has to get out. It’s late, but when he leaves the building there is only one place he can think to go.
Actually, that’s probably imprecise. He could go to a bar or back to work or grab a late bite to eat or just wander the streets. But when he leaves the building there is only one place he wants to go.
So he gets in a cab (his bike is a thing of the past) and tells the driver the address of Harvey’s building.
He waves to the night doorman as he walks past (third one this year, he wonders why they can’t get one to stay longer than four months) and heads straight to Harvey’s floor. Only when he gets out of the elevator and approaches Harvey’s door he can see an envelope stuck to the dark wood. When he approaches he can see his own name in Harvey’s messy scrawl, so he pulls the envelope down and opens it.
There is a key inside.
With a smile he can’t hide he takes it out and unlocks the door, stepping into the softly lit apartment (seriously does Harvey always have the lights set on mood lighting??) to find Harvey in the kitchen, pouring a pan of risotto into two bowls.
Mike doesn’t say anything, just stands there in the middle of the room, and when Harvey looks up and smiles at him like him being here is the most natural thing in the world something in Mike lets go.
Harvey strides over and places one of the bowls into his hands. “Figured you’d be hungry after sitting in your apartment stressing all evening.”
Mike just laughs, follows Harvey over to the couch. They settle in and watch some TV and Mike can feel the key to Harvey’s door pressing into his thigh through his jeans pocket.
He thought he knew Harvey pretty well. Turns out Harvey knows him even better.