Harvey can still remember the day the kid came in, looking gaunt and tired, with a bruise across his cheek that Harvey later found out came from the kids smart mouth, blue eyes that burned with an intelligence that could be life threatening out here when the only intelligence you needed was the one that kept your head down and eyes averted.
He was brilliant though, smart and quick, had a memory like Harvey had never seen, eyes that felt like they could read Harvey's mind, small quick hands that ran down pages as Harvey caught him more often than not in the sparse library with his head in a book.
He wondered what the kid was there for, never thought to ask, not caring most of the time, when he would just talk at Harvey, amuse him with his boundless energy that quelled the second anyone else passed them by and Harvey had gotten so used to talking to him that he almost hated his days off, days when he wouldn't see those eyes and he hated the feeling of apprehension that the kid might be getting himself into trouble without Harvey to look out for him.
He was brilliant though, smart and quick, had a memory like Harvey had never seen, eyes that felt like they could read Harvey's mind, small quick hands that ran down pages as Harvey caught him more often than not in the sparse library with his head in a book.
He wondered what the kid was there for, never thought to ask, not caring most of the time, when he would just talk at Harvey, amuse him with his boundless energy that quelled the second anyone else passed them by and Harvey had gotten so used to talking to him that he almost hated his days off, days when he wouldn't see those eyes and he hated the feeling of apprehension that the kid might be getting himself into trouble without Harvey to look out for him.
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