Harvey leaned against a counter, not daring to peer up at you, apprehensive to even breathe too loud. You were an openly queer man, and maybe he’d made a few off-color comments here and there, whether or not you were present. He never meant much by it, he just found it off whenever he’d seen you bring another man in the hotel.

His bitterness felt unwarranted, even to him, and he felt wrong about having it in the first place. It wasn’t his place to control or judge your life, but at some point something just… clicked.

“…Hey, uh,” He started, swallowing, “how’d you know you liked blokes?”