Harold's secret

- What's on your mind, John?

- Nothing.

- You've been pacing for half an hour, it's driving me crazy. Tell me, please, so you can stop and I can finally concentrate.

- Fine. Finch, you've got to stop letting everyone kidnap you.

- Well. I'm not exactly consenting to-

- Maybe if you would let me put a tracker on your glasses like-

- We have been through that. I don't like you being able to tell where I am all the time.

- Well, you can tell where I am all the time, what's with the double standard?

- …

- You… don't tell me you have still something to hide! After all we have been through I think I prove that you can trust me!

- …not… laugh…

- What? Didn't catch that.

- I said: it's not a matter of trust; it's because I don't want you to laugh at me!

- Why would I do that?

- You will.

- I won't. So tell me.

- Fine. I like to go to the cat bar on the 5th when I have time. Their tea is delicious and they purchased this new kitten two month ago-

- …

- I knew it. You are laughing.

- I'm not, I'm not. It's just… You… Sorry, sorry, but it's so…

- Unexpected?

- I was going for endearing but yes, that too.

- Don't call me endearing like I'm some sort of- Mr Reese, please stop laughing…


Please tell me if there is any mistake, I'm French so I'm not so sure about my English. Also, if anyone here speak french and would like to translate my other fic, I would love that. It's to bad I can't do it myself...