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Mike looks at her, startled. “What? What are you talking about?”
Rachel rolls her eyes. “Mike, your secret boyfriend is not with the big law firms, or I would’ve recognized him, so let me guess: he’s some Wall Street hotshot.” She pauses. “But everything else about him? He’s a clone of Harvey. Looks just like him. He even does his hair the same. He’s like his doppelganger or something. It’s bordering on creepy.”
“They’re not the same,” Mike says, and he feels his chest clench with a quiet sort of pain. Harvey is a lot of things, but Mike knows that he will never raise a hand to anyone. “He’s not Harvey.”
Rachel narrows her eyes at him. “But you wish he was.”
Mike wonders if he can take the fifth on that. Except it’s not even a question, and he’s pretty sure Rachel already knows, and his silence right now is probably incriminating enough.
“Even if I did,” Mike finally says with a bitter smile. “That will never happen.”
“What makes you so sure?” Rachel counters.
Mike looks at her as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Because he’s Harvey Specter. And I’m Mike Ross.”
Rachel makes a pffft sort of noise but doesn’t elaborate. She gives him the concealer and Mike hurries to the men’s room to cover up the bruise before more people come in and start asking him questions.
When he walks into Harvey’s room with the Waterstone agreement all proofed and marked up, Harvey glances up at him and then frowns.
“Why are you wearing makeup?” he demands.
Mike blinks. Guess he didn’t do such a great job with that.
“Uh, you mean this?” he stammers, pointing at his eye.
“No, I mean your lipstick, what shade is that? Looks great on you.” Harvey gives him a don’t be an idiot look. “What happened, Mike? Who hit you?”
“No one.” Mike forces a laugh. “I tripped, fell, and hit my face on the edge of a door. It’s really stupid and embarrassing, hence my very poor attempt at covering it up.”
Harvey’s brow furrows and he just stares at Mike, his eyes like lasers, and Mike bites his lip and blinks rapidly, and he’s sure that Harvey is not buying the story.
“All right, all right,” Mike blurts out, holding up his hands in a you got me, busted way. “I didn’t get this from walking into a door.” Harvey arches an eyebrow; Mike takes a deep breath and looks straight at him. “I got it playing basketball after work last night. Guy on my team threw the ball at me and it hit my face instead. I know you’re a fan,” he waves a hand at the row of signed basketballs on the window ledge, “so I was too ashamed to tell you.”
Harvey looks at Mike, as if weighing his words on the scales in his mind. Mike meets his gaze and forces himself not to fidget.
Finally Harvey just shakes his head once, takes the documents from Mike, and goes back to his laptop. Mike stands there for a moment and then starts walking backwards.
“I’ll just-” he says, pointing at the door.
“Put on a brighter colored tie,” Harvey says, not looking away from the screen.
Mike stops, confused. “What?”
Harvey looks up at Mike. His expression betrays nothing. “What did I say is the first rule when there’s something you don’t want people to notice in the paperwork?”
“You said to play it down and confuse them,” Mike replies automatically.
“No,” Harvey says pointedly. “I said to play it down and distract them. So if you don’t want people staring at that bruise all day, then wear a more colorful tie-it’ll draw their attention downward, away from your face.”
“Oh,” Mike says. “Okay. I’ll do that. Thanks.”
He turns to leave.
“Mike.”
Mike ventures a glance over his shoulder. Harvey fixes Mike with a gaze that seems to stare right through him.
“You also know that this tactic should only be used on people on the outside,” Harvey says, his eyes not leaving Mike’s face. “Not the ones that deserve to know.”
Mike’s toes curl inside his shoes.
“Of course,” he says, his voice a pitch higher than usual, and then he flees from Harvey’s office as fast as he can.
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[to be continued!]
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ALSDFKJALKSDFJDKL HARVEYYYYYYY *sobs* You clearly care about him! Stop obfuscating!!
And Rachel -- I love love love your Rachel, she is awesome and perceptive and I hope she gets through to Mike STAT. :D
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;________;
morrrrre...
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That scene with Harvey was a sucker punch, and Simon makes my toes curl - especially because he's hiding that nastiness under a veneer of charm and it's very easy to imagine why Mike would be attracted to him in the first place.
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It deserves so much love. *LOVES*
I just love that shot of them.
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*hugs anon* I love your story. It keeps me coming back for more because of all the true to life moments you choose to include.
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