Jun 13, 2019
“That was nice.” “It was.”
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“That was nice.” “It was.”
Marvey in season 6 + quotes
She didn’t even come back to say goodbye.
Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry
Summary: It takes Mike just a couple of hours to cool off before he is at Harvey's door offering an apology.
Tags: Fix-It, Episode Tag: She's Gone, Making Up, Apologies, Bromance
Notes: This is a little old: I had written it shortly after the day when the episode actually hired, but I never published it, because I planned to do a follow up about "The Painting", to have Mike be there and all that stuff. I never got around to it, but this first part is done, so I guess I'll just publish Harvey getting some love for a change, considering that in my fics he has been stabbed, spitted at, shot and he has lost a relative. Let's give the poor guy a break.
Walking towards the door, he expected to find Donna behind it: she had put the idea out there and, in that moment of vulnerability when his walls had been breached everywhere and they seemed to be about to fall down, it was easy for the thought of visiting his mother to torment him, even if in another moment he probably would have been able to shove it off.
So, considering that she was winning, it would have made sense for her to come and throw the final blow, possibly even handing him a ticked already booked for Boston.
When he opened the door, though, it was Mike who was standing in front of him, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders low. He wasn’t looking at him in the eye and nothing suggested that he was there to fight, but their last encounter still stung and Harvey could feel his eyes burning as he remembered Mike telling him to stop messing with his life and that he would never come back to him.
He needed him, he had told him that he needed him, and Mike had just walked away anyway, right after Jessica, because it seemed to be a trend those days.
The sight of Mike on his doorstep was so familiar, but in that moment it just tasted like heartache.
“If you have any other complaints,” Harvey said, forcing a slight, superior smirk. “I’m not in the mood, so I’ll accept a formal letter in the morning and I’ll get back to you soon.”
Mike raised his eyes on him for a second, slightly shaking his head. “Can I come in?” He asked.
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