He nodded at John’s explanation, sounded just like life. Although he had to admit it was nice to hear time didn’t just drag with all the crap around here they had to do. He really did think that working for the city for those few years would have made him more open to this, but that really wasn’t the case. He was still fucking pissed about being an agent, it was that simple.
“We’re set in our ways, we’ve got a particular way of thinking and doing things and when that’s confronted or threatened, well, I know I don’t respond all that well,” Harvey explained, finding himself relaxing, just a tiny bit.
“Hmm?” He asked, looking down at where he was rubbing his shoulder and gave a little shrug. “I used to pitch,” Harvey said, making the motion with his left arm, which felt fine. “But I totally wrecked my shoulder, had surgery but it’s still not quite right.” Harvey explained, shrugging again but this time to loosen it up. The idea of a lot of training didn’t surprise him or bother him; at least working hard would distract his mind. “I like to run, I like football as well,” he said, trying to at least not sound like the Grinch who fucking stole Christmas. “Not so sure about rappelling, I’d give it a go though,” Harvey said with another shrug. Then John got to the part about Brian and Harvey couldn’t help but snort. “That doesn’t surprise me. But I’m an old dog who’s happy to accept being that way; I outgrew clubs at least ten years ago.” He said, shaking his head with a laugh.