Mike was grumpy. Rachel had been acting like a total helicopter mom for the past two days. Sure, he was tired all the time and his throat still hurt when he spoke for too long, but did she really need to get him a freaking babysitter? If it wasn't bad enough that she had cancelled the remaining of her trip to fly back here in the first place, now she only agreed to go have coffee with Donna if Mike wasn't alone in the apartment. He prayed she hadn't called her mother.
« Come on, Mike. I'll only be gone for an hour. Two tops. You can watch a movie or catch up on The Walking Dead or that other show with the lawyers that you like. I know you have a secret mancrush on the main character. »
He sighed and dropped to the couch, deciding to be very adult about this situation by giving her the silent treatment.
Rachel patted him on the head and went to get the door.
Great. The babysitter's here. Mike grunted, rolled over and burried his face in the sofa's cushion.
« See you later, babe! » Rachel said in a sing-song voice. « He's in a mood », Mike then heard his treacherous girlfriend whisper to whoever was here before she walked away.
He decided not to move. Maybe if they thought he was asleep they would leave him alone? Mike had had enough pity looks for the rest of his life, thank you very much. So he stayed perfectly still until he felt his legs being lifted by the pajama pants and then the cushions dipping as someone sat down and put his legs back on their lap.
« Hey, Mike. The coast is clear. You can open your eyes now. »
Mike twisted around to see none other than Harvey Specter, clad in faded jeans and a ratty old t-shirt, his Vans covered feet on the coffee table, sucking on a popsicle.
« You brought popsicles? » Mike croaked, suddenly grinning from ear to ear.
« Back off, Marge Simpson. This one's mine. In fact, all the red ones are mine. You can have the orange ones. Nobody likes them anyway. And by nobody, I mean you are going to eat them because they were made from fresh orange juice and you look like you have scurvy.»
Leave it to Harvey Specter to cover a sweet gesture with a mild insult. Mike lazily scratched at his chest before taking the frozen treat offered to him.
« Now don't tell me you have fleas too » Harvey smirked, flipping channels on the TV.
« This puppy analogy is getting older than your shirt. »
Both men laughed until Mike started coughing. Harvey's face suddenly became serious and he stared at his friend until he caught his breath again and resumed eating his popsicle.
« I'm ok, Harvey. Don't have a conniption fit every time I cough » Mike said between bites.
« A conniption fit? Really? »
« The silliness of your reaction warranted a silly expression. »
Harvey smiled. Good old Mike was back.
« So, what do you want to do? Did you really want to sleep, because I can shut up and read, or play Candy Crush or ... »
« Don't ever mention that game again. That addictive evilness is the source of all my problems. »
« Surely you can't be serious. »
« I am serious, and don't call me Shirley. »
And that is how Mike and Harvey ended up watching Airplane and munching on popsicles until Rachel and Donna came back to find them both asleep on the couch.