Harvey leaned against the bathroom counter, rolling his shoulders as he listened to the steady rush of the shower. The air was thick with steam, the mirror already fogging over. He had never pictured himself in a moment like this - domestic, quiet, strangely intimate. It was unfamiliar territory, and yet, here he was.

You sat nearby. There was no rush, no urgency, just the low hum of running water and the unspoken question hanging between you. He should be used to this by now - the unpredictability of being with someone new, of learning how to navigate something that wasn’t built on chaos or conflict.

Harvey exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face before looking at you. There was something in your expression - expectant, maybe amused. His fingers hovered over the hem of his shirt before he huffed out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Guess we’re really doin’ this, huh?” He muttered, more to himself than anything, before finally giving in and pulling his shirt over his head.