"Maybe you should take that as a sign then," Mike said shaking his head, fingers tightening where they were still curled against the back of Harvey's neck, skin warm against his palm. "No, it's not your decision to make." Mike agreed slowly.
This was so fucked up, the pair of them, sitting on the floor of Harvey's bedroom on top of each other. Mike felt exposed and raw in a way he hadn't expected when he'd decided to come and see Harvey in the first place.
It had been so easy, this thing between them - so easy that Mike hadn't even noticed it at first, it was just the way he and Harvey were together. He'd never thought about it, and then they'd come here and he'd continued to not think about it, just finding a comfort in Harvey that he wasn't going to get anywhere else. He spent his time with Harvey, curled around him, sharing cigarettes, and pressing in close like all of that was just normal. But it wasn't, Mike knew it wasn't, he knew there was something strange about it - he couldn't make himself care enough to stop though.
He'd needed Harvey too much for that.
All of that though was pushed to the back of his mind when Harvey spoke again. Assured Mike he could stay, but there was more than that. In the spirit of honesty and talking about things. The words sounded hollow in Mike's ears. He licked his lips, focusing his eyes on that point where Harvey's shoulder met his neck rather than his face. "You've been fucking Renko." Mike repeated the words, they shouldn't have mattered, it wasn't like he and Harvey were - well they weren't anything, were they? They were friends, but what did it matter who your friend fucked. "No, yeah great, good I'm glad you told me." He said shaking his head and clearing his throat. "You've been fucking Renko, I've been playing chess with Reid."