After Harvey left, Mike still felt proud that he could help his dad but he felt that's all he's done. All his life he tried to help those around him. He supported his friends through their struggles, his mom through cancer and now Harvey with this case. Mike was alone with his thoughts, and that in itself was a very dangerous thing. Maybe Harvey would like him more, pay more attention to him if he was helping Harvey with cases. Sure, it wasn't ideal but Harvey had looked so happy, and proud of him when he found the precedent. If that's what it took for Harvey to notice Mike, he would take it. It seemed so little in the grand scheme of things. Maybe if he had done that sooner, Harvey would have called, or stopped by more when he was child. Mike was riddled with thoughts he didn't knew he was holding below the surface. He wondered if that's why he found himself without anyone to provide the support he'd given those around him.

That was lie, he had someone he could call. He knew they wouldn't think he was being a bother, but that's all he felt like lately. He pulled out his phone and dialed the familiar number and waited for it to ring.

You've reaching the voicemail box of Marcus, please leave a message and i'll get back to you.

He knew he shouldn't be disappointed but he was. He knew that Uncle Marcus wouldn't always answer the phone. He had a life of his own, a job and wife and kids. Mike knew that his uncle would call him back, it was Monday afternoon and he was probably at work. But Mike couldn't help but feel alone.

Mike looked around the condo, trying to find something to do. He was bored. He usually never had time to himself and keeping himself company was a difficult concept for him to grasp. He walked to his bedroom and grabbed the book he had been reading.

As he began to read the words, his mind loosened ts grip on his thoughts about Harvey and focusing on the contents of the book. His eyes scanning word after word, taking in the entire storyline. He wasn't sure how long it had been but he eventually finished the book. He flipped the book over, the title cover facing him. He smiled, making note of the book title, before putting it down. This is definitely one he's going to read again.

Across from him was a cabinet that was filled with Harvey's vinyls. Mike has never paid much attention to them before. But now he found himself flipping through the vinyls, reading the artists that Harvey had collected over the years. Mike found Abbey Road by The Beatles. He pulled it out carefully from its sleeve and placed it on the record player. He flipped it over to side B and it started playing Something by The Beatles.

Mike made his way back to the sofa, the familiar melody filled the room. It was the song his mom would play in the late afternoon while she would cook dinner. The gentle strumming of the guitar and George Harrison's soothing voice brought back a flood of memories. Mike closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him. He could almost smell his mom's cooking, hear her humming along in the kitchen. Those were simpler times, filled with warmth and love, and the music was a constant backdrop to their lives.

As the song played on, Mike felt a tear slip down his cheek. He hadn't thought about his mom since the night before, hadn't allowed himself to. But now, in Harvey's condo, with The Beatles playing softly in the background, he felt a connection not just to his past, but to Harvey as well.

Harvey walked in, a smile on his face, he was about to tell Mike that this precedent he found had been so great. Todd had not only kept him as his lawyer but he also recommended him to several high-profile clients. However, Harvey's smile faded as he noticed the change in the room's atmosphere. He saw Mike, lost in the music, and sat down beside him. "I used to play this all the time," Harvey said softly. "Your mom loved The Beatles. She had good taste."

Mike nodded, unable to speak for a moment. "I miss her," he finally whispered.

Harvey put a hand on Mike's shoulder. "I know, kid. I miss her too. But she's always with us, in the music, in the memories."

Small tears began to form in Mike's eyes and the familiar melody filling the room.

"Hey, Mike," Harvey said softly, his tone shifting to one of concern. "What's going on?"

Mike quickly wiped his eyes and tried to compose himself. "It's nothing. Just... memories."

Harvey sat down beside him, the smile replaced with a look of understanding. " Your mom loved it, didn't she?"

Mike nodded. "Yeah, she did. It just brought back a lot of memories."

Harvey put a comforting hand on Mike's shoulder. "She was a wonderful woman, Mike. And she would be so proud of you."

Mike looked at Harvey, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "Thanks, dad. It means a lot."

They sat there in silence, the music continuing to play, bridging the gap between them. In that moment, Mike felt a sense of peace, knowing that Harvey understood and shared his memories.

In his pocket, Harvey had bought Mike an iPod that afternoon. He knew it wasn't much but he figured that it might help Mike navigate grief, and uncertainty that his son was feeling. Music had helped Harvey navigate his emotions and drown out the world around him. He figured it may help Mike do the same.

Harvey watched his son, as he got up and moved the needle of the record player to play the same song again. He pulled out the iPod and placed it on his lap.

"Hey Mike, I got you something." Harvey spoke with a small smile. Mike furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "aren't you supposed to punish me for running away? For scaring you? I might be only twelve but I'm pretty sure parents punish kids who misbehave."

Harvey smile widened listening to his son rants. Their relationship finally felt like it was resembling something normal. "Mike. I want you know that I understand. I understand the running away but I need you to promise me that next time, you'll talk to me about it. I know what you said early about trust. And I know that I haven't been the best dad in the world. I'm sorry, I really am. I'll do better."

Mike nodded, he was a little unsure what to say. He waited for Harvey to keep talking, hoping that he would keep going.

He tone shifted to something more serious as he spoke, "I know, but Mike grief does things to you. It makes you act in certain ways. I know it's hard, and you miss her. I miss her too. He paused, his voice filled with emotion, "It's like a piece of us is missing, you know? But we have each other. And the music, it helps us remember her, keep her close." He pulled out the iPod and handed it to Mike, with a set of headphones.

Mike eyes brightened as he accepted the gift. He looked at Harvey and gave him a side hug, "wow, thank you so much! This is the best thing ever."

He looked down at the packaging and began to read everything that was written on it. "Wow, this is so cool!" Mike took it to his room, and started making a mental list of the songs he wanted to add to his new device.

Harvey called out still sitting on the sofa, "I'll help you set up after lunch! I don't want the music distracting you from your studies, but it'll help with the grief."

Mike was grateful for the gift, but he still wasn't sure why Harvey was doing this. He didn't know if Harvey had a hidden agenda. Was it a bribe? Did he want Mike to help with more cases? Mike's mind raced with possibilities, unable to shake off his doubts.

Mike would walk back into the room with a cautious but polite expression. He'd likely have a slight smile, trying to appear thankful while still keeping his guard up, his eyes betraying a hint of uncertainty.

Harvey, noticing Mike's cautious expression, felt a twinge of wariness. Trying to break the tension, he asked, "Hey, what do you want for lunch?"