You kiss me.
You know, I seem to recall you kissing me too.
#CAN WE TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE WHAT LOUIS IS SAYING WITHOUT WORDS IN THIS SHORT MOMENT?#look at the smile and nod that escapes him the moment he realises what he’s actually looking at#how PROUD he is of this hotshot he likes to torture sometimes and push his button to the very edge#but what this nod is saying the most is:#’I KNEW HE COULD DO IT’#no honestly LOOK AT HIM#every little muscle of his face is telling you that he was sure Mike would do it one day#and that he would do it well#because this is Louis Litt and for Louis Litt there’s nothing more important than Pearson/Hardman#and he might be an asshole and lash out at Mike for being Harvey’s protage at times#but he can see a good lawyer material when he sees one (even if Mike might not be one but for other reasons that his work skills)#and he can appreciate it#because a good associate means a good future lawyer for HIS firm#and Louis Litt will make sure this associate would be prepared to do his or hers job#and he will SMILE and BE PROUD when he’s proven right#and he will nod and say without saying ‘this is the right guy on the right place’#not to mention this is also a silent appreciation for Harvey#for putting Mike there and giving him this chance and letting him try this#(even if it’s not what happened because he doesn’t know it so he still thinks Harvey made the call)#(and btw does it matter we all know Harvey thought Mike was ready)#ANYWAY#I love Louis Litt#because he might punch you and make you feel like the stupidest kid out there#but he will TEACH you#and he will MENTOR you
that moment where Louis got proud killed me
When Mike started working for Harvey, there were a lot of things he imagined them doing together. 99% of them were work related: going over briefs, meeting with clients, kicking serious ass in the courtroom.
He tries not to think about the 1% too much, not just because he suspects it’s fueled chiefly by the ache of loneliness and the desperation of too many beers knocked back too fast in the late hours of the night, but because he always figured it was something he could never have. And if his life moving forward with Harvey had to consist entirely of the 99%, then he could live with that. He could find a way to live with that.
Except Harvey does things that Mike doesn’t understand sometimes, things he doesn’t know how to classify. Like, he’ll bring dinner over to Mike’s place and they’ll work a little, but mostly they’ll watch a game on ESPN or a movie on TCM - Harvey never met a black and white movie he didn’t like.
Or, like today, Harvey will get invited to a movie premiere by a friend - and Mike will never be over the fact that Harvey considers Robert Downey Jr. a close personal friend, never. He can almost feel the fanboy in him rearing up - and instead of Harvey taking any of the gorgeous women Mike has known to occupy Harvey’s arm for events like this, he’ll tell Mike he’s picking him up at 7.
Walking the red carpet is strange, not just because he’s bombarded by flashes everywhere and people who seem to know his name - and how do they know his name? But more importantly, why do they care? - but because Harvey is practically a hair’s breath away from him the whole time, his hand centered on Mike’s lower back.
If anything gave him hope for the 1%, it would be this, but he just can’t allow it of himself, not when Harvey is probably just being playful and friendly, familiar. Like on Thursday when they were watching the Giants game and he stole Mike’s beer and didn’t give it back.
Familiar. That’s all this is.
“Harvey! Harvey! No Amelia tonight?”
Harvey gives them a smile. “No Amelia. She’s moved on to better things. This is Mike.”
The photographers start calling his name. Mike smiles, holds it, lets his hand creep up to rest on Harvey’s back.
“Her permanent replacement.”
Mike’s heart stutters and he leans into Harvey, mouth to Harvey’s ear, and asks, heart in his throat, “Permanent replacement?”
Harvey hums, leans in to Mike, lets the grin form as his hand slides down, grips Mike’s hip. “I figured since you missed all the subtle hints I’ve been trying to give you, I might as well try something a little more obvious.”