"Definitely true." Mike assured Harvey with a grin, and considering just how much he pushed himself when training these days Mike was more than used to a little dirt and sweat.
He laughed against Harvey's lips when he pressed in once more. Mike stepped away from the door while Harvey got his towel, "I can keep my hands to myself." Mike protested as Harvey left the room.
It wasn't entirely untrue, Mike could keep his hands to himself - there were times when he was more than aware of just how inappropriate it was to touch, but he'd never really had those qualms with Harvey. And it was no different here, alone in Harvey's room, Mike poked around, checking out the few things Harvey had accumulated since they'd arrived. It wasn't the stacks of books Mike had piled all over his room, or the records and sports memorabilia he was so used to associating with Harvey, but it was still Harvey's space.
Mike stuck his head in the closet for just a moment, a part of him missed the suits, not as much as Harvey - but Mike had always liked the lines of Harvey's suits.
In the end, Mike toed off his shoes, found a book and laid down - he doubted he'd have long to wait, but Mike was never very good at just sitting still and waiting, it was best to have something to keep him occupied.