"If you're smart then you should be afraid," Harvey said with a halfhearted leer. He wasn't as intimidating in these stupid clothes as he was in his beautiful suits, but he knew that even then Mike had never really been as intimidated by him as Harvey had wished he was. "You're definitely getting more annoying, there's always that."
He knew that things between them were not what they had been when they'd arrived. Things were changing into what Harvey could only assume was going to be some kind of demented friendship until they could get home. Harvey had no idea how they'd recover from this later, but he'd have to cross that bridge when they came to it.
Everyone kept saying there were worse things than being here, that it could be worse, but he didn't see how that was possible. But then he realized he could be here totally alone and finally he could see some possibility of it maybe being worse than it was. "Gee, thanks," Harvey said, rolling his eyes.
Mike rolled over and Harvey felt way too much like a dirty old man. It was kind of awkward, kind of really awkward, but he hated that it was really kind of nice too. Mike was warm at his chest and Harvey wrapped his arm around him, resting his hand on his chest. He was pretty sure this was what being a dirty old man felt like but really it was just too nice to close his eyes and bury his face in the back of Mike's neck.