Day 53: Music Room

[rocksthecourt]

Well, if it wasn't his favorite time of the week. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. Of course in this case, distance makes Klavier feel like an abused, neglected animal who was only now being allowed a taste of actual food. These people were such savages. It was still absolutely absurd that they were allowed access to this room so

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[unheroed]

Why did the man have such a huge grin on his face? Was it all because of his reaction? Luckily, it seemed like Klavier was smart enough to not comment on it or outright laugh about it, which meant that Harvey was relatively willing to let it go. If anything, it just meant that he was going to have to get used to being called that. (It was better than Harv, that was for sure.)

Gavin gave his response quickly, and while the way he described it was a bit over-the-top and borderline cheesy, he seemed genuine in his sentiment. That was good to hear, and he nodded. It was automatic, and only afterward did he remind himself that he wasn't even a prosecutor anymore. Due to circumstances out of his control, yes, but the realization was enough to twist the knife.

"It doesn't look like we'll get a chance to for a while," he responded in order to avoid the indirect question Klavier had posed. He didn't need to get into it now, but surely the man could understand why someone with a wound like his wouldn't be able to continue working.

Thankfully, he was actually saved from any potential awkwardness when the intercom went off, announcing that it was time for them to move back to their rooms. Harvey stood up promptly, but not so quickly that it would be suspicious. "Well, it was good to talk to you again, Gavin," he said, actually meaning it. "I'm sure I'll see you around soon." The other man didn't seem like the sort who would be disappearing anytime soon. Then again, who knew?