Chapter 6.

Harvey woke up pretty early the next morning. He didn't feel well rested at all. It was the opposite actually, and he had a slight headache. He stayed in bed for a while, thinking about the previous night. It had been one of the worst nights he had in a long time.

Mike had cancer in his heart! That thought took up most of his mind. It was awful. What were they supposed to do now? Would he be able to work? Was he getting the right treatment? Was it treatable? Darker thoughts started to linger in his mind and he decided to stop laying around and get up and find out some of the answers to his questions. Mike would probably know a few of them. They really needed to talk. Mike hadn't really provided him with any information other than that he had cancer, had known about it for a week or so and was getting some kind of treatment, which apparently made him sick.

He got up from bed and got dressed. He was grateful that it was Saturday, that way he and Mike could stay at home and handle this situation without having to stress to work. He wondered if Mike was awake yet. It was still early, so he was probably sleeping. He walked out into the living room and looked over to the couch and saw that he was right. Mike was laying very still on his back. The one hand that was visible was clutching the cover. Even from where Harvey was standing he could see some perspiration on his forehead. His cheek was flushed. He probably had a fever or something. He walked a bit closer and leaned over and looked into the bucket on the floor next to Mike. It was some disgusting stuff at the bottom of it, not much but enough to tell him that he at least had had a better night than Mike. He decided to clean it up and make some breakfast for them.

The breakfast was ready, but Mike was still sleeping. He should probably just let him sleep. He would probably be cranky and whine if he woke him now. No, it was better to let him wake on his own. Harvey sat down in the kitchen and started to read through some files for a case while he waited for Mike to wake up. Hopefully he wouldn't sleep too long, he was actually staring to get hungry.

He found that he really couldn't concentrate on the file. His thoughts kept circling back to the previous day and night. He really wanted some more information. As it was now, he basically had nothing. How could he have missed all of this? Mike had said that he hand't been feeling well for a while, before he went to see a doctor. He should have been able to have seen it. He read people for a living after all, and how on earth could he have missed something so drastic in his own associate?

What also had affected him a lot the other night was the fact that Mike hadn't come to him with this. Now when he thought back on the past week Mike had probably been on the verge of telling him several times, but he had always shot him down. No wonder the kid didn't come to him then.

His thoughts were interrupted by movement from the couch. Mike was awake. Harvey went over and sat down next to the couch and watched as Mike slowly blinked and became aware of his surroundings. He could see the moment when Mike realized where he was and what had happened yesterday. He tensed up a bit and looked around in the search of Harvey. When he saw him he jerked in surprise, clearly not expecting him to be there. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself and just stared at Harvey with wide eyes.

Harvey felt a bit awkward with the staring and decided to act.

"Hi Mike. How are you?" he asked.

"Hi." The kid swallowed a few times and then nodded. "I think I'm okay."

Harvey raised an eyebrow. "Really? I would think that you had a pretty rough night."

Mike looked away before he answered.

"Yeah, about that… I'm really sorry Harvey. I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean for it to happen."

"Hey Mike stop. You don't have to apologies. I know that you couldn't really help it. Don't worry about it."

"But I was a total mess and.. oh god." He groaned and hid his face in his hands. "It's so embarrassing!" he exclaimed.

"Well… I won't tell anyone." Harvey smirked.

"Oh thanks." Mike said sarcastically.

"I can't believe that you didn't tell me sooner Mike. It's kind of a big deal."

Mike didn't look at him. He seemed to sink a bit more down on the couch.

"Yeah I know. I wanted to tell you, and Donna. But I don't know… I didn't know how to do it I guess."

"Yeah, it sounds pretty simple to me. Hey Harvey, I have cancer."

"Yeah sure." Mike sounded a bit angry now. "And when should I have done that then? In between all the yelling I guess." He hesitated. "You were so mad at me."

Harvey let out a deep breath. He guessed he deserved that. He had been doing a lot of yelling.

"You should have stopped me."

"It's not that easy, you know."

"I know." Harvey said in a quieter voice. "I'm sorry about the last few weeks Mike. I should have known something was wrong. I should have asked you. This is on me too."

They both got quiet. Then Mike suddenly sat up.

"Oh my god! Are we late? Why didn't you wake me?" He had apparently seen the time.

"Hey! Calm down." Harvey put up his hands to calm him. "It's Saturday. No work today."

"Oh."

"Yeah. You up for some breakfast? It's ready in the kitchen."

Mike looked hesitant, but after meeting Harvey's eyes he started to get up. They made their way over to the table and sat down. Harvey could see Mike looking at the food of the plate in front of him. He looked a bit disgusted.

"Something wrong with my cooking? I haven't poisoned it."

"I'm sorry Harvey. It looks really good and all, but I don't think I can eat."

"You should at least try. You didn't have dinner last night."

"Yeah, but don't we have to go to work though?"

Harvey paused and looked at the kid. He looked back at him, face pale and with a worried look. Harvey slowly shook his head.

"Mike. It's Saturday, remember. You feeling all right?"

"Yeah, right. Yeah I'm okay. I just feel a bit queasy. I don't think I should eat anything right now."

"Then drink something." Harvey said and pushed a glass of orange juice closer to him. As Harvey continued to stare at him he slowly lifted the glass and took a sip. Harvey shook his head a bit at him and drank his coffee. It was a bit cold now.

He felt a bit worried. Mike was obviously confused. Twice he had asked him about work. What was up with that? Time to get some answers.

"So, tell me about the cancer." He said, looking expectantly at Mike, who nodded.

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

"Everything, obviously." When Mike didn't start talking he continued. ""What exactly does heart cancer mean?"

"Well… It means I have tumors on my heart, malignant heart tumors."

"Tumors? As in more than one then?"

"Yeah. They told me that it looks like I have primary tumors of the heart, which means that they started in my heart. They haven't found any cancer in any other parts of my body, only in the heart. Apparently it's very rare."

"Yeah, of course it is." Harvey said. "You are special." Mike glared at him.

"You want me to tell you or not?"

"I didn't say it was a bad thing. But do continue."

"My doctor said that they are not yet sure of which kind it is but it is some sort of sarcoma. They have to do a bit more testing before they can know for sure which kind it is. They said a bunch of names, but I wasn't really paying attention at the time. There are different kinds at least."

"Wait, hold up." Harvey interrupted him. "What is a sarcoma?

"Eh... It's tumors of the connective tissues."

"Which is?"

"I think it is muscles, fat, blood vessels and stuff."

"Okay. And what else? How do they treat it?"

Mike sighed. "Chemotherapy, radiation and surgery. All of it apparently."

"And you have already started right?"

"Yeah. I had chemo yesterday."

"And did it go well?"

Mike shrugged. "I guess. I don't know." He bit his lip. "I feel like crap now. And yesterday…"

"Yeah…" Harvey nodded. "So it's side effects then." Mike nodded too. He stared down at the table.

"Look Harvey. Can we do this later?"

"Mike. I want to know about this."

"I know, but can I please go and lay down. I don't really feel all that well." He said as he pushed the orange juice glass away.

"Sure. Go."

– SUITS –

He stumbled back to the couch and sank down on it. He felt so nauseous. It was terrible. During the whole conversation with Harvey he just felt it getting worse and worse. When he had gotten to the table and seen the food he had actually thought that he was going to be sick right then and there, but somehow he managed to not do it. He really had wanted to lay down, and it felt a bit better doing so. He heard Harvey following him and he sat down across from him, a sandwich in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

"That better?" He asked, and Mike just groaned as an answer.

"You were pretty out of it yesterday kid." He said. Apparently he really wanted to talk about it, not forget it ever happened, like Mike would have preferred.

"Yes." Was all he said.

"You actually had me kind of concerned there for a while." He continued.

"Sorry." Was all he could come up with. Images of himself sitting in a corner crying came up in his head, and he felt his face redden a bit. It was so embarrassing. Why did Harvey want to bring this up?

"No, you don't have to apologize, I told you that. I just wanted to know what went through your head at the time. You seemed…well…afraid." He finished.

"I was, I guess. I wasn't really thinking clearly, Harvey. I…I just didn't know if you were mad at me or not. Somehow I kept thinking that you were, and it kind of freaked me out, I guess."

Harvey looked at him for a while until Mike broke eye contact. He couldn't read what the other man was thinking. "I wasn't mad at you." Harvey said. "I'm not going to be mad at you for something you can't control. You don't have to worry about that, Mike. You have other things to worry about. Don't you?"

Mike just nodded and looked away. He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't know why, but it felt so awkward talking to Harvey about this. And also, he was doing his best to stay as still as possible. He felt like if he were to move he would probably be sick again.

"Mike?"

"It won't happen again, okay?" He said angrily. Why couldn't he just leave it alone?

"It is not what I'm talking about and you know it, and I don't care if that happens again Mike. You couldn't help it, right?"

Mike carefully shook his head. "Can we not talk about this now?" he then asked.

"We need to talk about it at some point."

"I will tell you everything you want to know. Just not now Harvey. I feel really shitty at the moment." He closed his eyes and wished that Harvey would just let him be. He had told him about the cancer, what more did he want to know? Harvey actually didn't say anything more, and he forced himself to open his eyes and look over to him. They locked eyes for a while and Mike thought that he could see something in Harvey's eyes that he never had seen there before. He looked sad and worried. Harvey was worried about him. A surge of relief and something close to happiness flooded through him. Maybe this meant that Harvey would consider helping him in all of this. Obviously he already had done so, but according to his doctor he would be needing a lot of help in the future. But could he really ask that of Harvey? Did they really have that kind of relationship? After all he was just his associate. Could he ask Harvey to help him? To be his support system. He wanted to, but he really wasn't sure of what Harvey would answer. What if he said no? Or what if he said yes just because he felt obligated to do it, not because he wanted to do it. He didn't want to be a burden. He guessed that that was exactly was he was going to be told. This disease would break him down, it would get really bad he had been told. Could he ask Harvey to be a part of that?

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Harvey asked. He said yes.

Apparently Harvey had decided to cut him some slack, at least for the moment. He knew right away that he wouldn't be able to concentrate on any movie, he felt nauseous and his chest felt tight. It would hurt a bit as well sometimes. This sucked.

– SUITS –

Mike had been quiet for a while now. Harvey had put on a movie, and he had expected Mike to comment and probably ruin the moments of it. He had done so the first few minutes, but now they were more than half way in and he was quiet. It wasn't like him, but he suspected that the kid had just made an effort to act normal and better than he actually was. Harvey secretly observed him. His gaze were fixed on the TV screen but it kind of looked like he wasn't really following what was going on. It was a comedy, one of Harvey's favorites. He knew Mike liked it as well, because they had been quoting it on more than one occasion, but he didn't seem to enjoy it so much now. It was understandable of course, but maybe it was something else as well? Every now and then he would tense up where he was laying on the couch, and he would screw his eyes shut.

"Hey kid, are you in pain or something?" he asked.

Mike didn't answer at first, and Harvey started to believe that he maybe was fine after all, but then he nodded.

"Yeah, where?"

"In my chest."

"Okay." Harvey sat there awkwardly for a moment. They should probably do something about that. "Do you have some painkillers or something?"

Mike looked up at him now. He made a vague gesture with his arm in the direction of the hallway. "In my bag."

Harvey got up and found the bag. At the bottom of it was a few pill bottles.

"Which one?"

"I don't know." Mike groaned not even looking up. Harvey looked at them, they had names that he didn't even bother with trying to pronounce.

"Come on, you have to know. Is it this one? Or this?"

Mike was pretty sure it was the second one, and he appeared to be right from what Harvey read on the label. He got him a glass of water and gave him the pills. After that they continued watching the movie in silence. Mike was hugging one of the pillows to his chest, and after a while he turned around on the couch and buried his face toward the back of it. Harvey glanced at him but decided to not comment on his actions. After a while he could tell that he was sleeping, still clutching the pillow to his chest. Harvey continued to watch the movie alone.

The end credits was rolling when Mike woke up again. He sat up so suddenly that the pillows where flying and Harvey jerked in surprise.

"What's up?" he asked. Mike grimaced and groaned a bit. He swallowed thickly a few times.

"Eh... I… I t-think I need to throw up." He looked franticly around for the bucket. It was next to Harvey who quickly got it and thrusted it in Mike's arms. He did not want to clean any more floors!

Mike held the bucket with trembling hands, and after a few minutes he was done, spit a few times and then leaned back against the armrest.

"That was gross." He sighed.

"I agree to a hundred percent." Harvey answered him with a smirk. "Think you are done?"

"Yeah for now at least." He groaned. "I hate throwing up."

"You know anyone who likes it?"

Mike didn't bother to answer. His eyes were staring to close again.

"Hey! You going to sleep with that?" Harvey got up and took the bucket from him. Mike made some unintelligent sound and didn't open his eyes.

"So kid. You got this sick from the treatment?" Harvey asked.

"Yeah I think so. This hasn't happened before."

"Which kind of treatment was it?"

"Chemo."

"And what other treatments are you going to get then? How is it set up?"

"I'm going to get chemo treatment for a couple of weeks now, a few times each week, also radiation. Then they will do a break to see if it helps or something. Later they will explore the possibility of surgery as well. That's what they have told me at least, so far."

"It seems like you don't really know much."

"Well they told me a bunch of things, but I kind of zooned out a while."

"Of course you did."

Mike glared at him.

"Well, I want to go with you and talk to your doctors. Let me know the next time you are going."

"You really mean that? You want to go with me to the hospital?" Mike looked skeptically at him.

"Of course."

"Thanks Harvey." Mike said quietly. A silence spread between them for a few minutes.

"Heart surgery." Harvey said suddenly. "That's rough Mike. And how will you feel through all of this? Will it be something in style with last night or will you be able to handle it?"

"I handled it yesterday, I was just a bit overwhelmed. It was the first time." Mike replied.

"You were crying for hours." Harvey smirked.

"Shut up."

"You have an honest answer?"

"He said that some days will be quite good though, not all of them will be bad." Mike said. "But they also said that I will probably have more bad days then good. They said that it won't be an easy road, but there is some hope."

Harvey felt himself tense at Mike's last words. There is some hope. "What are your chances Mike?" He calmly asked, even though he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer. Mike didn't look at him, but stared down in his lap. He swallowed a few times. When he looked up again he had tears in his eyes. They weren't falling, but they were there.

"They don't really know that just yet. But…" He stopped and looked away again.

"But what?"

Mike shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know." He said. He pressed his hands over his eyes. When he removed them he looked straight into Harvey's eyes. And Harvey felt a strange pull inside his chest.

"I don't want to die Harvey." He whispered, and a few tears made its way down his cheek.

"You won't." Harvey said without missing a beat.

"You don't know that." Mike said as he wiped his cheeks.

"Yes I do."

"How?"

"Because you and I, we are team. And my team don't lose, kid."

Mike chuckled a bit. "Yeah, right. I forgot you are the best closer in town."

"Damn right I am."

They smiled a bit. "Honestly though Mike, we'll get through this. I got your back." Harvey said and nodded at Mike.

"Really?" Mike whimpered.

"Of course."

"Thank you Harvey." Mike sighed and dried a few more tears. He let out a chocked sob before he managed to control himself again. "I have been so worried. It means a lot." He mumbled.

Harvey got up and went to sit on the corner next to Mike's feet. He patted his leg a bit. "Well, don't be. Just give it all you have. Try to get some sleep. Then you are going to eat something." And with that he went up and walked over to the kitchen. When he glanced back at Mike a few minutes later, the kid was asleep. Harvey stopped what he was doing and watched him a while. The poor kid. The way he had looked when he told him he didn't want to die.

It was all happening so fast. Just a day ago at this time everything was normal and he had been annoyed about Mike slacking off, and now the kid was sleeping on his couch dying from cancer. Mike told him that he had been worried. He thought for a while on how it must have been for Mike all these days when he had kept it to himself. How he must have felt knowing what was going to happen to him and being alone with it all. He had still been at work trying to get everything done, all the while Harvey had been yelling at him, telling him things that probably made him feel a lot worse. And he hadn't had anyone to turn to. He had said earlier that he had wanted to tell Harvey, but had hesitated since he had been so angry. He had made Mike feel worse. That was on him.

He hadn't hesitated to tell Mike that he would be in this with him, because that was his plan. Mike would get through this! He would make sure of it. They were a team after all. He didn't want to think about what it would be like if Mike wasn't there anymore. No, he would be there for the kid through all of this, even if it meant that he had to clean the floor and other things like that.

What he needed to do now was to get more information. He really wanted to talk to Mike's doctors to get a clearer image of what they were dealing with. The information Mike had provided him with had been pretty vague. He would start with that first thing on Monday. First they had to get through the weekend. He probably should force some food into the kid. He hadn't eaten since yesterday, and it was past lunch by now. He started to cook, all the while Mike kept sleeping. How long could he sleep really?

It was almost three hours later that Mike woke up. Harvey had been waiting with lunch for a while, then he ate by himself and left some for Mike in the fridge. He had considered waking him up, but had decided against it. Harvey noticed him sitting up on the couch groggily and rubbing his face. He sat still for a while before he looked up and met Harvey's eyes.

"Hey." Harvey said.

"Hey."

"You good?"

Mike nodded a little. "Better at least."

"You want some food?" He went over to the fridge and opened it without waiting for a reply from Mike.

"I can try." Mike said and made his way over to the table.

– SUITS –

When he woke up he felt a bit better as he told Harvey. Harvey were sitting at the table with some papers in front of him. He sat on the edge of the couch for a while before he attempted to get up. He actually was a bit hungry, which wasn't strange since he didn't even remember the last time he ate something.

"You made this?" he asked Harvey when a plate was put in front of him.

"Of course I did."

"Wow, I didn't know you could cook. It actually looks eatable."

"It's delicious and I'm an excellent chef."

"Yeah, sure." Mike laughed. It felt good to joke around a bit. It felt normal. Which was all he wanted.

After they had eaten they talked a bit about the case they were working on. Neither of them felt that they wanted to bring up any cancer related subjects at the moment. Mike was grateful for that. And Harvey seemed to be that too. Mike noticed that Harvey threw him worried glances now and again, but didn't say anything about it. A few hours passed and Mike was feeling better. The worst had probably passed by now. He was getting awfully tired though, and eventually he gave up trying to pretend that he wasn't, and after his eighth yawn and after Harvey telling him three times to go and get some sleep he did. It felt so weird that he was laying down for a nap in the middle of the afternoon. The last time he had done that was probably when he was five or something. But he really did have a hard time staying awake at the moment.

Despite everything he felt kind of good now. It was the best he had felt since he found out he had cancer. He was tired and felt a bit nauseated, but as long as he was laying down it was okay. He was incredibly grateful to Harvey for letting him stay at his place, and it felt like he finally could relax a bit. He trusted Harvey to handle things for now. He could get some sleep.

When he woke up later it was starting to get dark outside. Harvey was sitting at the kitchen table in front of his computer. He looked like he was totally absorbed in whatever was on the screen.

"What are you doing?" he asked him. Harvey jerked a tiny bit and then closed the lid to the laptop.

"Nothing. You done sleeping?"

"Yeah. For now." He said and sat up on the couch. "You want to watch some TV?"

"Sure. As long as I decide what to see. I'm not going to watch any of that crap you like."

"How do you know that what I like is crap?"

"I know you."

They ended up having a relaxed evening where not so much happened. They didn't talk much which Mike was grateful for. He didn't want to think about the hard stuff. And during the most of the day he had succeeded in doing just that.

They agreed to take it easy during the weekend and start to deal with Mike's situation on Monday. Mike had another chemotherapy treatment and an appointment with his doctor and Harvey was going with him.

"How do you want to do about work Mike? You have to tell Jessica at some point."

"I would like to wait as long as possible Harvey. I can still work, I just have to go to the hospital now and then."

"You won't be able to keep up with your normal workload Mike, and if we tell Jessica she will accept that you don't work as much."

"I will still be able to keep up Harvey," Mike said angrily "I have been doing that with this for weeks now."

"And how did that work out for you?" Harvey raised his eyebrow questioningly.

Mike glared at him. "I still want to wait with telling people."

"How about Donna? She deserves to know Mike."

"Yeah, I know, I'll tell her soon. I just don't want people to talk about it, and treat me differently… I'm not… I don't know…"

"Okay, it's okay. It's up to you to tell her when you think it's the right time. I won't force you. But I think it is better to tell her as soon as possible. You know her, she will found out soon anyway."

"Yeah, I know, I will tell her Harvey. Soon okay."

"All right. We can drop it now." Harvey apparently sensed that it was time to change the subject. Mike felt pretty uncomfortable. He really didn't want to tell anybody else. It was hard enough to tell Harvey about it. And to do that again wasn't something he was looking forward to at all. But he guessed Harvey was right. He really should tell Donna. She had been so nice to him, and he had been about to tell her earlier. He was pretty sure that she would support him to a hundred percent. It was just the telling part that he was dreading. He would probably break down again, and he didn't feel like doing that again so soon.

Neither Harvey nor Mike said anything about Mike staying over another night, which Mike was grateful for. He didn't feel like going back home to his empty apartment. He would only be reminded of how screwed his was, and how alone he were. At Harvey's place it was different.

"Mike, the pizza is here." Harvey called.

He only managed two slices before he had to stop. The food grew in his mouth and not even the disliking glares from Harvey helped.

"Come on, eat up Mike."

But he didn't and soon he fell asleep on the couch again. He didn't even notice when Harvey fixed his cover that he had managed to dump on the floor.

He woke up a few hours later disoriented and suddenly anxious. The condo was quiet and dark and Harvey was nowhere in sight. His heart was pounding hard in his chest which was making him nervous. He was laying straight on his back while he was staring up in the ceiling. He didn't know why he was feeling like this. It was so dark! He started breathing more heavily and felt his eyes water. What should he do? He should do something, right? What if he was dying? His chest was staring to hurt now, and it was kind of hard to breathe too. He should call out for Harvey! But what if it was nothing? It would be so embarrassing. And what would he say? And what would Harvey do? What could he do?

Eventually he decided to wait and see what happened. He had to bite his lip to not cry out. Tears were streaming down the side of his face down into the pillow. He clenched the cover in his fists. He felt so scared and alone. And he was crying again. He couldn't stop it. He didn't know why. It was not as bad as the night before, and not at all, but he was still crying. Silently though. He didn't want Harvey to hear. What would he think if he knew?

He didn't know how long he was laying there like that. It didn't get worse, but not really better either. Eventually he drifted off to sleep again, and this time he slept through the night until morning.

When he woke up it was after ten and he had a killer headache. At least he didn't feel nauseated anymore which was a big relief. He groaned and put his arm over his eyes in an attempt to ease the headache.

"Oh, you are finally awake." Harvey's voice sounded from the next room. He came out in the living room. "You okay?"

Mike just groaned again. "Mike, seriously. Are you okay? Are you going to throw up again?"

"No, I'm good."

"Yeah, you look excellent."

"Stop talking. I have a headache."

"Oh" Harvey said and Mike heard him walking around slamming with something in the kitchen. "Now you are telling me to be quiet in my own house?" He mumbled.

When Mike didn't answer he continued. "Get up and eat breakfast. I already ate."

Mike didn't feel like getting up at all. And didn't want to have any breakfast at all. He turned around on the couch and pressed his head as hard as he could into the back of the couch. He got to lay there for about ten minutes before Harvey was there, standing at his head.

"Are you going to get up?"

"No…" he groaned.

"You just going to lie there?"

"Yes…?"

"Fine. I'm heading out for a run. You need anything before I go?"

Mike looked up at that. That was a first, Harvey asking if he needed anything. He had never done that before. This really was a new side of Harvey that he didn't really know existed. But on the other hand, he guessed Harvey never had had the opportunity to show it around him. Maybe he had it all along. Now he was standing there waiting for him to reply, dressed in gym clothes.

"No, I'm fine." He said.

"You want some pills or something? You look like crap."

– SUITS –

Harvey woke up early that morning. The previous night had been quite nice he thought. They had been watching TV and had been talking, not about cancer but other things. It kind of felt normal. Not that they ever had been doing this before, but it felt natural, hanging out with Mike. The kid had fallen asleep now and then, but when he woke up again they just continued like nothing happened. Eventually it had gotten late, and it didn't seem like Mike would wake again so Harvey decided to go to bed himself. Without thinking about it he had put the cover over Mike, and moved his legs a bit so that all of him was on the couch. The kid hadn't woken, so Harvey went to his bedroom.

He didn't wake Mike, and had breakfast alone. Usually on weekends he would go for a run, but he wanted to wait until Mike woke up before he left. He did two hours later. He didn't look that well at all. He kind of wanted to force him to get up and have a healthy breakfast, but decided to leave him alone. His body languages showed that something was wrong. Maybe a headache, but he insisted that he was fine. But then he accepted the pain pills, so apparently Harvey had been right.

He took shorter run than he normally did. Just in case Mike needed him. He had told Mike to call if something was up, but he didn't. Mike was still on the couch when he got back. Sleeping again. He did that for most of the day. They had lunch together, and it was Mike's first meal of the day. He hardly ate, and Harvey felt worried. He didn't say anything though.

"Do you want me to give you a lift back to your apartment?" Harvey asked later in the afternoon.

Mike hesitated, and looked at him worriedly. "Or would you rather stay here another night?" he added.

"No, it's okay. I can go home." Mike said. "I need to change clothes and stuff for tomorrow any way."

They left an hour later and Harvey accompanied Mike upstairs. His stuffy apartment was dark and a bit cold when they stepped inside, and Mike ended up standing still in the middle of the living room. Harvey patted his shoulder a bit.

"You okay?"

Mike stumbled a bit and sank down on his couch, before he looked up at Harvey. He nodded, with kind of glassy eyes, and Harvey suddenly felt a strange feeling of not wanting to leave the kid alone. He looked sad and small where he was sitting on the couch, he had a hoodie on which made him look younger than he was.

"I will see you tomorrow at the office then, Mike." He said despite the feeling.

Mike nodded again. Harvey took a few steps against the door.

"You know" he started. "You can call me any time." He said. Mike was just sitting there looking at him. He nodded a bit again. "Thank you." He said.

Harvey had a knot in his stomach when he closed the door behind him. It felt wrong to leave the kid like that. At least it was just for the night, and he had told Mike to call him if he needed anything.

What he didn't know was that Mike cried himself to sleep that night too.

– SUITS –

Hej guys! I hope you liked this chapter. Thank you for reading! Review are appreciated!