A/N: Did you all enjoy the cliffhanger? I was going to wait until the weekend to update, but you've given me so many reviews that I just had to give you this! Also, have you all read my new Suits oneshot Red Paper Bag? I'd really appreciate some more reviews, if you could find it in your heart to give me some :) And one last thing, I recently injured my pinkie finger, so typing has become a tad difficult. But I'm going to keep updating because you guys motivate me!

Chapter 7 - Grief (Posted 26 September 2011)

Mike was ready to feel the wind woosh by him, given that he'd just jumped off of Harvey's balcony. He was not ready to feel a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist as he was pulled backwards. He fell back with a soft thud, since instead of colliding with the hard pavement he found himself laying on his back on top of Harvey.

"You bastard." Mike said hollowly.

Harvey gave a relieved yet cocky chuckle. "You think I'd actually let you jump?"

Mike let his head lull back, resting on Harvey's shoulder. "I was counting on it."

Harvey sat them up and kept his arms tight around Mike's middle, like he was afraid to let go of him. "I had no intention of letting you jump off that railing."

"It would have made your life a lot easier."

"How do you figure?" Harvey's mouth was right at Mike's ear, his hot breath blowing against Mike's sensitive skin.

"Well if I've been making things hard for you, with me gone it would have gotten easier."

"It doesn't work like that." Harvey shook his head. "With you gone, I would still care. I'd still be dealing with this. Without you. And I'd miss you."

"Miss me?"

"That's what I said." Harvey waited for Mike to reply. But when he didn't, he knew what he was thinking. "You still think I don't care about you."

Mike took a deep breath. "I'm not so sure now."

Harvey's arms tightened even more. "That's a start."

"I still need a little more convincing."

"I've been trying to coax you down from there for twenty minutes. And I just saved you from making the worst decision of your life."

"I made the decision. You just caught me before we saw the result."

"Same thing. Either way, I saved you. And here I sit, practically crushing you because I'm afraid that if I let you go, you'll just try to jump again. And you still don't believe me."

"You have to see where I'm coming from though." Mike's voice broke as he took in the city from a whole new angle. "You're this... amazing person who everyone respects and idolizes. Even the people who hate you regard you as an extraordinary person. And every day you did your best to slip some kind of I-don't-care-about-anyone-but-myself speech into our conversations. And all of a sudden you're telling me I... melted your frozen heart."

"I didn't phrase it quite like that, but, I suppose you've got the gist of it."

"You're gonna have to give me some time to get used to this."

"I can do that."

"And I can't promise you I'll ever believe you."

"As long as you're willing to give me a second chance. Even though I hardly deserve it. But I'm going to do my best to make sure you don't regret it."

"Okay."

Harvey gave a tiny smile. "And I want you to talk to me. Whenever you need to. Even if it's interrupting work, if you need to talk, you come to me right away. I might not always know what to say, and I might get impatient but that doesn't mean I don't care about you."

"I don't want to bug you."

"You're not bugging me if I want you to do it. Promise me you'll at least talk to someone."

"What are you going to do if I don't?"

"Nothing. I can't force you. But I'd like to not be worried every time you leave my sight."

Mike sighed, giving in. "Fine. I'll talk to you. But only because I'm afraid I might literally explode if I don't."

Harvey was about to respond when he felt Mike's stomach rumble violently. "Good. But how about we get some breakfast first?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Your stomach would say otherwise."

"You don't understand. I'm hungry... but I have no appetite. The thought of eating just... makes me feel sick."

Harvey nodded against him. "That'll change once you actually have some food in there. I'm trying to prove myself here, but I can't do that unless you let me."

"Alright. I'll eat. But not too much. I don't want to puke on you or anything in your fancy apartment."

"I appreciate that."