You were the only one who believed Harvey about Jimmy’s antics, and that alone let him consider you his best friend. He’d known you for years upon years, but only now did he truly see your loyalty. He didn’t expect your friendship to get so trusting, but with trust… came intimacy.

He was seldom physical, but he enjoyed moments like this, where he sat at the hotel bar at midnight, arms wrapped around you, complaining about his day into your shoulder,

“I hate him… so much…”