“Why can’t you just admit that you care?”
Harvey looks up from the papers strewn about his desk in the neatly disarranged piles that Mike has come to associate with Harvey working long hours and late nights, and he can’t really put any resistance against the little pit in his stomach, but he lets it slide as the same unsettled feeling in his stomach and the sore ache in the back of his throat he’s had for almost a day now. That’s why Harvey handed him a box of cold medicine and a box of tissues, after all.
He’d known he was getting sick since yesterday morning, when he woke up and felt the pin-pick tickle in the back of his throat of an oncoming cold, but they had a big three-business merger to work on, and Mike was determined not to let Harvey down about this, since it would bring quite a deal of credibility to Pearson Hardman.
Not that they needed it, but. You know. Stuff.
Mike looks at Harvey looking askance at him, and Mike rolls his eyes before Harvey can, his voice cracking the tiniest bit when he starts to speak; “Yeah, I know, I know that you don’t care about me, you just care about you, and I’m an ‘extension of you’” - Harvey eyes his single-handed airquotes with a raised eyebrow, like, Really, Mike? Are we twelve and in the 90’s now? - “But you could at least allow me the opporunity once in a lifetime?” Harvey just smirks at him, tilts his head slightly to the side. Mike bites his lip. “I’ll get you one of these days,” he says, pointing at him with the hand that’s still holding the box of tissues and cold medicine.
“No, you won’t,” Harvey tosses back as Mike turns around to leave his office, and he would have sworn under oath that it came out slightly sing-song.
Mike sits himself down at his little cubicle thing and sets down the box of tissues, sniffling a little as he twirls the box of cold medicine around in his hands distractedly.
He really doesn’t see why Harvey is so hard-headed about showing any kind of emotion whatsoever. What, was he denied love as a child? Mike’s lips formed a fine frown at the thought and he immediately discarded it; he didn’t really want to think about Harvey as a child. Err, no - he just couldn’t see Harvey as a child. He probably came out of the womb with slick hair, suave, arrogant attitude, and already dressed to stand before a judge.
He glances back towards Harvey’s office, and, you know what? Harvey being born probably happened exactly like that. The only other explanations were that Harvey was Vulcan - which was statistically likely - or that he was an android built to be a perfect, flawless, and completely emotionless being - also statistically likely, because Harvey being completely and one-hundred percent homo sapien was so far below statistically likely it just didn’t make sense, because humans had emotions, were pretty much bound by them, and Harvey always liked to say he didn’t have such things, because they were useless to him unless he could use them to his advantage in a caseload.
Thinking about it now, though, Mike supposes it’s a good thing that Harvey came out of the womb already 35 years old or so/was a Vulcan/android-type-thing, because him being all emotional would certainly be strange. He just can’t imagine Harvey being nice without sarcastic witticism, can’t imagine him complimenting his work, can’t imagine him being affectionate or a touchy-feely person like he himself was.
Suddenly, a shudder runs down his spine as he imagines Harvey being affectionate, giving him praise for a job well-done (like he probably actually deserves).
He realized he must have been making a face at the thought of Harvey actually reciprocating a high-five, or maybe even a hug, because Kyle was looking at him from over the top of his cubicle as he passed by like he had a third eye in the middle of his forehead when he said, “Mike, you’re blushing.”
Raising his fingers to his forehead and then to his cheeks as soon as Kyle was gone, he frowned deeply.
Harvey was better off an android.
I’m so honestly flattered that a drawing of mine inspired this. Thank you so much, sweetie! I love it. ;A;