CHAPTER 4

Mike was in a pretty bad shape. He really meant what he said. He didn't fancy working with anyone else but Harvey. But a week had passed and Harvey obviously didn't care what had happened to him. He was kind of hoping that at least he would be worried enough about him to check how he was faring but that was too much to ask of The Great Harvey Specter. Now, six beers later and half a bottle of the cheapest whiskey he could find he was so sloshed he couldn't get up from the floor. It had been the worst week of his life and the last thing he needed was Rachel and Donna taking pity on him.

A loud knock on the door wasn't enough to make him get up. "Go away! I'll give you your damn money tomorrow!" That stupid landlord. I only delayed a fucking day!

"Mike... It's me..."

Harvey?

"You go away too!" and then he added to himself "I have nothing left to give to you."

A few minutes of silence passed but he wasn't so lucky. "Damn! He knows where I hide the spare key" he thought as he heard the keys jingling outside. Moments later, Harvey was on the floor beside him, back resting against the couch. He couldn't gather the strength to even look at him so he continued drinking straight from the bottle.

Harvey took in the scene around him. The air was stale and dozens of take-out boxes were littering the floor and the coffee table. He bypassed the alcohol, he couldn't offer any objections to that, until his eyes lingered on the small bag of pot. "Don't get angry Harvey... Don't get angry... You did this."

"You smoked?" Great conversation opener for the man you broke his heart.

Mike let out a cruel laugh and ran his palm through his stubble and hair leaving them messier than before.

"I tried... I really, really tried. But all I could think about was your stupid face and how disappointed you were with me last time. Pathetic huh?"

"You are not pathetic Mike." The younger man snorted at that.

"But I am a nobody."

"You are not that either."

"Why are you here?" Harvey shook his head. He had a lot to say to the younger man but this was a conversation he preferred to have when both of them were sober.

"You are drunk. Let's get you to bed and we'll talk later."

"Why shouldn't I be? In six short days I lost everything."

"You didn't lose me. Mike, I'm so, so sorry. I don't even..."

"Who told you?"

"Jessica."

"Huh. Guilty conscience?"

"More like me being an ass... Look, Mike. What I'm trying to say is that we can get you your job back... And me if you still want me."

"Just like that? Am I supposed to forgive and forget?"

"No! No... I'll do anything to make you trust me again. I..." Here goes nothing, Harvey thought. "I love you too Mike. And I'm sorry I didn't say it when I should. Let me fix this... Just one more chance Mike."

The younger man let out a loud sob at that and dropped his head on Harvey's lap. The other man didn't even hesitate before pulling him closer and carding his fingers through his hair, his fingertips softly massaging his scalp.

"And what about grams?"

"What about her?"

"Can you bring her back? Can you fix that too Harvey?"

Harvey felt like he was suddenly drenched in ice-cold water. "When?"

"Two days ago. I buried her this morning. Harvey... I can't... I can't breathe..."

"Shh, it's ok baby, I'm here, I've got you." He picked him up and laid him gently on the bed.

"Don't leave." Mike murmured sleepily.

"Where else am I gonna go?" he kissed him softly on the lips, shed his jacket and shirt and joined him, holding him as close to him as possible. He would get them through this. "I can't believe I let him deal with this alone", was his last conscious thought before he let sleep take him even if it was the middle of the day.

Mike woke up a couple of hours later feeling like something had crawled in his mouth and died. He didn't have much time to ponder on it though as a delicious smell came from the kitchen. "Right... Harvey..."

He didn't feel ready to face him yet so he opted for a shower first. But even that couldn't delay him too much.

Harvey had set the table and was waiting for him.

"Hey. Eggs and bacon, the perfect recipe for hangovers."

"Not that you would find anything else around here anyway."

The two men sat down and started eating in silence. When they were both full and Harvey got up to do the dishes Mike figured it was time to open the can of worms.

"Are you going to tell me what are you still doing here? Or was me making a fool of myself two times already not enough?"

Harvey wiped his hands in a rag and walked back to Mike, kneeling in front of him and taking his hands in his.

"I meant what I said Mike. I do love you... And I will do anything to get you back. Whatever you need just name it."

"It's not that simple."

"I know... I know... But I love you and, if you let me, I'll do everything in my power to show it to you for the rest of our lives. Because that's what it's gonna be Mike. You and me. You are it for me even if I never got my head out of my ass to say it." He leaned in for a kiss but Mike shook his head and pulled back.

"I... Did you mean it when you said I can come back to work?"

"I'll talk to Jessica."

"I would like that. I need something to keep me occupied. I need to stop thinking about her... And you... I'm going to need more time to think about you..."

"OK... OK... Whatever you need...Just talk to me alright?"

"I think you should go now. I'm just tired, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise. I'll call you when you can come back to work."

And he left, this time managing to steal a kiss.