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The morning had just begun in New York City as Mike Ross made his way to Pearson Specter. It seemed like a normal day. Until you looked at Mike’s face. A noticeable limp, a bruise on his cheek, and a black eye graced his face. Trevor had come to Mike’s apartment drunk last night, and they had fought. Mike definitely didn’t win.
Mike walked up to the elevator, ignoring the glances of the people around him. He rushed off the elevator to ignore their stares. He had files to bring to Harvey’s office, so he walked there.
He walked into the office and said “Hey Harvey, I got the files from the merger. On page 24-” Mike glanced up to see Harvey staring at him.
"What the hell happened, Mike?" Harvey demanded, his tone filled with genuine concern.
"Trevor came to my apartment last night drunk and looking for a fight," Mike explained, his eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and exhaustion. "I'm fine though its not as bad as it looks"
Harvey's expression shifted from concern to concealed anger. "Trevor, again?"
Mike nodded, "Yeah."
Harvey looked at Mike with concern again and said, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up," gesturing for Mike to sit on the couch in his office.
Mike took a seat as Harvey retrieved the first aid kit. They sat in a comfortable silence as Harvey helped Mike.
"I think you need to learn how to punch.” Harvey said playfully, breaking the tension.
"You don’t even know what he looks like!" Mike said with a laugh.
“I think I have an idea, Mr. Black Eye.” Harvey replied.
Mike laughed as Harvey closed the first aid kit.
"I'll have a talk with Trevor. This won’t happen again." Harvey said protectively
Mike nodded as Harvey stood. “Come on, puppy, let’s get some lunch.” Mike and Harvey walked out of his office, on the way to the elevator.
“Tonight, clear your schedule. We are going to teach the puppy a new trick – boxing"