When Harvey first arrived that morning, nothing was out of the ordinary - that is, until he went to open his door, halfway through greeting Donna when he saw it. Curled up on his couch, fully dressed and fast asleep, was Mike. When Donna could only offer a small shrug as a response, he wasted no time in letting himself in and approaching the sofa. Normally, Harvey would throw something at his head and hope it hurt, but this wasn't a normal situation; Mike never slept here unless he'd been working all night, and even then, he steered clear of this floor. The file room, his cubicle, but never Harvey's office. With another glance at Donna, Harvey leant down and give him a few taps to the shoulder in an attempt to rouse him.

"Mike. Mike, wake up. Come on." Luckily once he realised where he was and who was standing over him, Mike sat up in double time, half assed apologies falling out of his mouth like sour pills. As he pulled himself together, Harvey took a seat at the opposite end of the couch, waiting a minute or so before questioning him.

"What were you doing in here?"

"Is this a trick question..." His voice was hoarse, and even when Harvey addressed him again, he still refused to lift his face out of his hands, fingertips trying to erase the redness and fatigue that refuse to lift even in the harsh light of morning.

"You know what I mean. Why were you in here? You know I don't-"

"Yeah, Harvey, I know, I know, I just...I needed somewhere, and...I didn't know where else-"

"Stop, stop. What's happened?" Almost immediately, Mikes expression fell a little more, forcing him to face forward again as he tried to keep himself composed. Pushing both hands through his hair, he took a breath, finally giving Harvey something vaguely resembling an answer. Of course, he didn't buy it, and it was only when he started to push that Mike finally started getting agitated - and honest.

"Just leave it, Harvey"

"Not until you give me some answers"

"I already said I was sorry"

"Not really - and that still doesn't explain why you were here in the first place. I don't care that you were, if you're in trouble of some kind I want you to tell me-"

"Why? Why do you give a shit, Harvey? The only reason you ever ask me about my personal life is when you're concerned it'll blow back on you - well guess what, you're off the hook this time, I'm sorry about being in your office but-"

"No buts. Go home, and stay there until you're ready to talk to me." Were this any other situation, Mike would have taken the cue and left the room, tail between his legs and ego a little bruised. But this time he just stayed put, looking down at his hands as though he was willing himself to disappear. For a minute Harvey said nothing, just watched his associate through scrutinous eyes. Eventually, he tried again, voice a little softer this time around.

"You can talk to me."

"Please, just...leave it"

"You know I can't do that. You slept in my office, you look like hell...Mike, just tell me." It took bother few minutes of tense silence between them before he eventually cracked, his answer not much more than a murmur.