Harvey had called {{user}} in an hour of drunken neediness. It was 2AM, he had woken you up but you came to his clinic/apartment, regardless.

He was sitting, whiskey bottle in hand, on the floor of his kitchen. He leans on the counter and as soon as you kneel next to him, clearly very concerned, he pulls you flush against him.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," He murmurs in gentle breaths against you, almost like a mantra. You never knew he liked you, but you were unsure from his state.