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'Harvey, I'm sorry alright! But I need you to listen to me; now!-'
'Listen to you!?!' Harvey snapped incredulously spinning round on his heel, eyes ablaze. 'You know when I would've listened to you? That night.'
'Jessica threatened me! I don't-'
'I don't care! Anyone comes at you with any threat at all, you come to me. I don't give a shit if it's the queen of England; you come to me. You tell me. You tell me everything.' Mike’s breath hitched, eyes welling up with silent tears. 'That's what goddam loyalty is.' He boomed, voice echoing through the near empty room, and just like that, Harvey's gone, leaving the shocked sub standing alone in the suddenly too big foyer.
Mike stumbled through the door to Harvey's condo, hands shaking, eyes dull. It had been 3 weeks since the argument, 3 weeks since Harvey had slept in his own bed, 3 weeks since Mike had been dropped.
Mike couldn't handle it anymore. Sleepless nights disturbed only by the gentle click of the door opening, hours past midnight, and the soft padding of feet that disappeared towards the guest room. The first night, when Harvey had crawled silently into bed beside Mike; he had tried to fix it. Wordlessly curling up behind the older Dom, fingers brushing sweetly against the back of his neck in a tongue-tied apology. Harvey had flinched. Pulling away from the hopeless sub and grabbing his pillow, before mutely stumbling towards the guest room, where he would stay for the remainder of whatever this argument was.
He wasn't drunk, but it sure felt that way. He thought maybe things would get better after a while; that Harvey would come back to him. However, after a week of sleepless nights and stale toast, Mike realized, that there was a high chance his Dom wouldn't be coming back.
Mike's stomach growled in complaint as he slumped on the couch. He wouldn't eat. Couldn't eat. Everything tasted wrong, like his tastebuds had disintegrated the day Harvey had left him. He needed his Dom. The reassuring rules that screamed safety, love and protection.
Mike shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as he curled up on the couch, uncaring of his now crumpled suit.
Work was hell these days, Mike hardly ever saw his Dom, so little in fact that Mike wondered if he could still be called his Dom.
Mike let out a desperate sob, hands balling into fists as he thought back on the seemingly endless weeks of files slammed on his desk by Donna or voiceless notes stating his day’s duties left in the bullpen by the man who no longer wanted him.
At first it had been okay, the anger was still there, the defiance of a strong willed sub still simmered in his gut whenever Harvey walked past him in the hall, and the occasional barked orders kept his head clear and his hormones semi-straight. Although, after a while the barked orders disappeared and were replaced by radio silence.
Mike sniffled, bringing his fists up to rub at his tired eyes before forcing himself up and off the couch and trudging towards the shower; Harvey would never forgive him if he came into work looking disheveled, regardless of the date.
Mike winced, images of the car screeching desperately to a halt, seconds too late to avoid the collision. He gulped, forcing the thoughts out of his head, the guilt would come tomorrow; crashing down on him like a truck load of bricks, crushing his chest so hard he wouldn't be able to breath. There were 4 hours till tomorrow, and yet the impending drop had already began.