Mike was still cleaning up the glass when his Master called out to him. He wanted to speak up and tell him he wasn't done yet, there was more to clean up. But he heard the anger in his Master's voice. Biting his lip he decided automatically obeying was the best option.
Setting the broom aside he went into the living room, hiding his cut had from view, though his Master likely smelled the blood. He just did not want to anger him further with the proof of just how clumsy he was. Immediately he went down onto his knees before Harvey and looked up to him with his big blue eyes, lids rimmed in red and eyes overly bright. Fear danced in his eyes, as well as a desire to please Harvey and make up for his blunders. "Yes, Master?"