"Mike asked me to drop by." Donna called from the front door, taking her coat off. "How's it going?" Her attempt at hiding concern was laughable at best – and the way she walked up behind where Harvey was sitting at the bar and kissed him on the cheek did not help her case.

He grunted a response, not turning around to look at her.

"Harvey, did something happen?"

"No."

"Harvey, tell me."

"Nothing happened."

She sighed, sitting down on the stool next to his and took his hand. "Tell me."

A beat. "I kissed him."

In her shock, she almost pulled her hand away, catching herself at the last second when she felt him give it a squeeze. She pressed on, "and then?"

"And then he left."

She nodded slowly, taking it in. "Rachel?"

"Rachel." He laughed bitterly, shaking his head.

They sat in silence for a while until Donna decided to become a full maid service.

"You really don't have to do that." He told her accusingly as she carried a basket of laundry into the laundry room. "I'm not crippled, I'm fine."

"I know." She kissed him again, looking around for the next thing she could help with. Checking her phone when it beeped, she grinned that evil grin of hers and turned back to the lawyer. "I'd better get going, it's late." She pretended to muse, hand resting beneath her chin. "I'll drop by in the morning." She told him, giving him one last kiss on the cheek before heading to the door; this time he went with her. "Oh, and Harvey?" She asked innocently as he helped her with her coat. "I don't think you have to worry."

"About?"

"Rachel just texted me." She winked, pulling the door open. "They just broke up." And with that she was gone.

SUITS

Mike returned at some point that night with the excuse that he'd been walking around and got cold. Harvey had only nodded along, barely hearing him over the buzz in his ears. They'd broken up. Was it because of him? Should he feel guilty or giddy? Did Mike hate him now? Surely not if he'd come back...

After a while, Mike broke through the tension with idle chitchat, putting another movie in – which under normal circumstances would have left Harvey in dismay, but now he hardly noticed as he made his way to the couch. Harvey didn't comment when the Wrath of Khan appeared on the screen. He only focused on the associates own version of the editor's cut as he mocked and praised the movie, quoting along and sending various jabs at his boss as the movie played. Harvey was so wrapped up in his thoughts, which he hadn't noticed that it had grown very quiet, and had been very quiet for some time now. He came back to the real world to see the movie had been paused, and turned his head to see Mike watching him carefully.

"Are you ok?" He asked, looking him over. Harvey's heart gave a squeeze at the fear he saw hidden in the kid's eyes.

He smiled reassuringly, and tugged him to sit closer. Mike did as he was told; growing evermore nervous as the seconds passed and the man said nothing. They sat so their legs and arms were touching, with Mike still staring and Harvey watching the paused movie like it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. "Don't worry about me, pup." He said eventually, becoming irritated at the attention – as touching as it was the Mike worried about him.

Nodding slowly, he put the movie back on, nestling in closer to his friend. Harvey sighed and leaned his full weight on him, tilting his head until it rested against Mike's. Harvey didn't miss the way he tensed and flexed his hands beside him.

"Are you ok?" He asked, reaching his hand out so that his thumb could trace the lines of Mike's hand.

He let out a shaky breath, and then turned himself to be facing Harvey fully before taking his face in his hands and kissing him hard. Harvey conceded to the action easily, falling into the kiss and placing his hands on Mike's waist, hoping he could kiss away the tears he tasted that were pouring down the man's face.

He broke away suddenly. "Talk to me?"

Mike looked away, eyes puffy, before he returned his stare and started kissing him again. This time, Harvey didn't make him stop. He pulled him into his lap, kissing gently while Mike kissed angrily, wrapping his arms around him to offer whatever comfort he could. He was tempted to play innocent and ask about Rachel – since it was an issue before and not now – but decided against it. Mike would tell him when he was ready. They continued to kiss until the screen went black, both comfortably sunken into each other, arms loose but still holding on, and kisses slow and careful.

"Come with me," Harvey whispered against his ear, taking his hand and pulling him up to the bedroom. He pushed him gently onto the bed, removing his shirt and helping him under the covers before joining him. Mike whimpered as he cuddled up against Harvey's side, wrapping and arm securely over his chest. Harvey didn't protest as he wrapped his own arms around him, pulling him even closer before kissing the top of his head. "Go to sleep." He whispered, kissing him again.

Mike pulled himself up – grip not giving away at even slightly – and soothingly kissed and worried at Harvey's lips, tracing the contours with his tongue. They stayed that way until they fell asleep.

SUITS

When Mike woke up in the morning, he was alone in bed. Groggily, he pulled himself up and into the kitchen in search of the man he'd previously been sleeping next to; but was met with an empty apartment. He looked around, eyes darting suspiciously between rooms, until they finally came to rest on a note taped to the fridge.

Going to work. See you there.

A/N: I know, I know, it's short. Hope you liked it though... Plot bunnies welcome, as always.:):):):*