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“So you just carry around an extra tux for the random occasion?” Mike asks, fumbling with the bow around the neck of his shirt.
“I don’t. I bought it for you,” Harvey replies bluntly. “Something told me you’d need it and I don’t do well at sharing. Plus,” he adds, eyeing Mike, “mine wouldn’t fit you.”
“Uh... Thanks, I guess?”
“Just keep it and take it to the laundry, you don’t wash these in your laundry room century-old washing machines.”
“I know,” Mike replies, annoyed. “There, how’s that?” He shows Harvey the bow.
How can someone pass as a fake lawyer and be a genius, but still at the same time be so… inept?
Harvey sighs, but not too loudly. He can’t say he doesn’t appreciate the chance to do this for him. He takes both ends of the tie in his hands and starts tying it correctly, with patience.
He then realizes he hasn’t ever been this close to Mike with a different purpose than intimidating him.
He’s wearing this cologne that actually smells expensive and everything, but is still subtle. Nice. Thank God he’s done this knot enough times to not even have to think of what he’s doing for the bow to turn out fine.
“Harvey, I know this is not the best time, but how are you feeling?”
Harvey leans back, bow tie now perfectly done. “What are you talking about?”
“Do you really want me to spell it out? Freckles, redhaired-”
“Okay, great, Mr. I Spy With My Little Eye. I’m fine.”
“So fine we’re coming all the way to Atlantic City instead of just messengering these contracts?”
“Shut up. Just be a decent wingman and don’t ruin the night.”
Oh, if only Mike knew he was head over heels for someone with an entirely different description, starting with bright blue eyes…