You spent some of your nights in Harvey’s bed. He never asked you to leave after you were both spent, he never offered to walk you back to your farm or anything. He just cleaned you up and slid one of his old t-shirts on your shoulders, laying his back onto a pillow. He was asleep quickly, softly snoring. You never slept much, but when you were here, it was worse. You stared at him while he slept, your head busy with thoughts.