Harvey had felt a little bit better about the entire situation the night before, but now he was right back to thinking that being here was actually a fate worse than death. There was some deranged SEAL who was most likely going to smack his head in, there was Mike who was talking about being on the wrestling team, making Harvey really struggle not to laugh and it just seemed like it couldn't be real.
"Oh, fantastic. My old trainer was too expensive. Don't you worry, I've already lost the will to live, so you're doing great," Harvey replied, his voice just as calm.
His face stayed blank as Sam explained what their weeks were going to entail. He hated guns and he wanted nothing to do with them, but he wasn't stupid enough to think that was optional. "Unfortunately I left my handgun and fighting knife in my other suit." Harvey said, unable to keep the sheer look of disbelief off his face.
Harvey was skeptical. "We're not going to have to pretend very hard, are we?" He said, moving towards the man who he knew was going to knock him down a peg. "Wonderful, let's dance," Harvey said, rolling his eyes.