It had been an easy night. They had talked and had drinks and watched movies and enjoyed each other's company. It had also been filled with tension, anxious energy, and something that had them both on the edges of their seats. It was for this reason that Mike wasn't completely surprised when Harvey uttered, "I'm not coming tomorrow." It still chilled him to the core, had his heart faltering in his chest, and everything that he was breaking. But still, he managed to remain indifferent as he took another sip of beer.

Staring ahead at the television that was playing the newest Star Trek movie, Mike answered as if they had had this conversation ten times over. "Not much of a wedding if the best man isn't there."

Harvey muttered something and gulped down the rest of his drink, standing to get more only when he knew that if he didn't, Mike would demand he respond.

"Why not?" He asked over the back of the couch, watching with expressive eyes that Harvey wouldn't meet, as the older man poured himself a fresh glass of Scotch.

With a tight-lipped smile and a shrug, he answered, "I don't want to."

Mike shook his head, turning his back on the man – now approaching him – and stared down into his nearly empty glass.

"You don't want to either." Harvey was standing in front of him, his sympathetic expression showing that nothing else needed to be said. He understood. But Mike nodded anyway, finally meeting his eyes again. "Why, Mike?"

"I thought I loved her. I really did. But as time goes on..."

"I meant," he sat down, smiling ironically and sliding ever so slightly closer, "Why are you marrying her?"

Mike stared at him then, perplexed by the question. He'd never really thought about it before. Sure, in the beginning of their engagement, he'd been absolutely sure that she was the one. But now... Why was Mike marrying Rachel?

He didn't want to think on that though. Not tonight. Not when he had so little time left. Time for what – to make a decision? Before he was finally married? Until he left her? Shoving all thoughts to the side, he dropped his glass unceremoniously onto the coffee table – nearly spilling all its contents as he did so – and pushed himself forward until he was nearly on Harvey's lap, kissing him fast. He wasn't sure why he did it – not when only moments ago Harvey (his best man) had told him he was bailing out on the biggest day of his life – but his lips were refusing to break the contact as he pushed on, worrying the other's lips until they parted for him.

"I'm not."

"Not what?" He was still dazed from the lack of contact...

"I'm not marrying her."

"Good." And they resumed right where they'd left off.

Hours had passed, filled with kissing, petting, and muttered utter nonsense to each other, before they were finally sprawled out together on the couch, tracing idle patterns across each other's skin.

"I decided not to go," Harvey inhaled, bracing himself against the admission he was about to give. Harvey didn't do this. But he'd do anything for Mike. "Because I'm in love with you," Mike didn't say anything, just listened for the words he could feel in the breath against his neck, waiting to be set free for the world to hear. "And I couldn't stand there and watch you marry her."

It was silent for a moment, neither knowing what to say, and not really wanting to say anything either. But eventually, Mike spoke up. "I love you, too."

Arms tightened around him, and after some time, sleep took him as well.