Harvey looked at his watch. It wasn't like Mike to be late, but sitting the Bar exam was probably stressful enough to throw him off a bit. He turned up, only five minutes late and quickly found Harvey at their usual table.

"Sorry I'm late, I-"

"It doesn't matter. How was it?"

"Fine, I guess. I drew a blank for a few seconds but it was fine."

Of course it had been fine, Harvey had been telling him that it would be fine for months, but that didn't stop Mike being nervous the whole time. They both knew that he knew the material inside out and that, really, his time at law school had been more of a formality.

Harvey wondered if Mike would have stuck with law as a career if it hadn't been for him. He probably wouldn't have been able to afford it without him and it hadn't been easy, for either of them. Having a relationship with such an age gap was difficult, but Harvey had learned to relax about it and Mike had matured fast and it had slowly become less of an issue. People stopped talking about it, even after they moved in together and, now, nobody even batted an eye.

Harvey reached across the table and took his hand.

"You did well, you know you did."

Mike smiled. Harvey saw him visibly relax. Good. Harvey needed him to relax so that he could, too. Very few things could make Harvey Specter nervous these days, but proposing to his boyfriend was one of them.