RP: Mike and Harvey Who: Mike Ross and Harvey Specter Where: The Hotel When: 23 August 2011 Summary: At the end of the day again
Mike had forgotten how much he'd liked going to school. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed going to class and learning new things and taking in information throughout the day. He wasn't exactly happy to be stuck there, and he'd like to get home rather than stay, but he found he couldn't help that all too familiar pleasant feeling he got in the classes. Sure they weren't the sort he'd taken before, this was a completely new and different skill set, but Mike thought maybe that made it all the more interesting.
It was things he hadn't learned about yet, hadn't spent time reading about these things so his mind consumed the information they were given in the classes. The physical training was less enjoyable, but still necessary he supposed. He wasn't really eager to get himself killed or be the reason anyone else got killed here - and that first day with Sam had impressed upon Mike the real need to learn the things they were being taught because this was about staying alive more than it was about becoming an agent for some secret government agency.
Which okay, the little nerd deep inside Mike was more than please at that too, even if it wasn't the point.
At the end of the day he was sprawled out on his bed reading through history books he'd gotten, finding the differences between this place and their home and committing it all to memory the way he did. The knock on his door pulled Mike's attention from the text in front of him and he got up, figuring there was probably only one person on the other side.