"Look at me."
His heart is pounding, and he's terrified. His arms are wrapped around himself, and he's rocking slightly back and forth, as if he's trying to soothe himself.
"Mike? Look at me."
He's tired, and sore, and feels so broken right now. Later, he'll be mortified, but for now, he just leans a little farther forward. He goes slow, like a puppy waiting to be kicked away, almost asking permission as he seeks comfort. His eyes flutter shut as his forehead hits the firm, solid presence of Harvey Specter's chest. A sigh shudders out of him as he feels himself relax.
Harvey sighs, wordlessly bring his hands up to wrap around his rookie.
When several minutes have passed, he rubs his back in one firm, smooth, comforting stroke up and down Mike's back, and murmurs, "Okay kid. You're okay now."