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'Don't tell me you don't want to spend the evening drinking and eating on our client's money.' Harvey shuts the door and they are off.
'My grandmother doesn't mock me and she cares,' grumbles Mike and Harvey realizes that the kid looks exhausted and maybe he shouldn't be forcing into socializing with clients. 'Oh, shit, I think I lost my phone,' exclaims Mike suddenly and then turns into a ball frenzied activity, checking his pockets, the taxi's floor and the seat. And then he reaches across Harvey to check the floor on his side and practically ends up sprawled in Harvey's lap.
'Got it,' he suddenly says and goes back to his side of the seat, which Harvey is very very grateful for, because Harvey's just realized that the cinnamon smell that he's been noticing at odd moments for the past few days comes from Mike. Harvey can't believe it took him so long to connect the two.
He ends up being painfully aware of the smell throughout the dinner, and tries his best to keep a distance between them, but when he drops Mike off, the kid gives him a sort of an aborted hug, the smell of the cinnamon is so overpowering, he wants to pull Mike closer and taste him all over.
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