[ He didn't know how to say anything as himself. A lot. He looked away, before he huffed out a breath. Choice is always a sticky thing with Harvey; other people get it. He does not. ]
He's...
It doesn't matter, anymore, does it?
[ He paused, looking away. This was getting awkwardly feelsy. ]
You done? I'm hitting the shower and getting breakfast.
[spam]
He's...
It doesn't matter, anymore, does it?
[ He paused, looking away. This was getting awkwardly feelsy. ]
You done? I'm hitting the shower and getting breakfast.