Re: Renko and Harvey
The first thing he'd learned about being here was that even if he didn't go making rash judgments and assumptions about people, no one was going to return the favour. Which was fine, he wasn't here to make best friends, he wasn't here because he wanted to be, he was here because he didn't have a choice. Even keeping to himself didn't seem to actually help, everyone still looked at him like he was constantly having a tantrum and Harvey knew he wasn't going to win. He'd come from a world where while some people didn't like him, at least they respected him and he wasn't used to the alternative.
"Exactly, nakedness, booze, not stuck in like rats, what more could I want?" Harvey asked, smirking right back.
As much as he'd rubbed some people the wrong way he was really trying to stay on Renko's, well not good side, that was never going to happen, but not bad side. They had to live together after all.
"One of these days, people are going to have to stop giving me lectures about how easy it will be if I just join hands, sing kumbaya and be a good agent," Harvey said with a shrug. "I don't complain. I don't make a fuss, I do exactly what I'm told, I'm polite as fuck, as far as my mood goes, well, this conversation no matter how people approach it doesn't make it any better."