Harvey’s jaw clenched as Mike pleaded with him, like he was the bad guy. Like he’d come into Mike’s space and started giving him a hard time. Leaning down he put the cigarette out in the ashtray, thinking it would be best for everyone if he just told Mike to fuck off.
But he couldn’t.
He took a deep breath and then let it out slowly, his hand gently on Mike’s shoulder as he gently guided him back to the door, letting them both in and pushing him back into his room. The walls were a little thin, they’d have to keep this talking thing down because there wasn’t anyone else who lived here he wanted to hear his personal business.
Leaning against the closed door he slid his hands into his pockets forcing himself to look at Mike, his eyes softening a little when he did, he couldn’t help it. “You want to talk, talk,” he said softly, sliding down so he was sitting with his back up against the door. Harvey didn’t want to get close, it was too hard to resist and it wasn’t going to end well for them.