A/N: Short finale. This is my first non-slash fanfic in like, ages. I'm happy with how it turned out, but I think I'm going to go back to romancey stuff from now on. It's just more my thing.

Anyway, thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy this ending!

The Yankees were winning, but Mike had pretty much stopped focusing on the game. His mind was racing. On one hand, he knew that even though everything had changed, Harvey would still have to keep up appearances, and maintain the reputation he'd so carefully built. On the other, he wasn't even sure what this change meant. He wanted to be able to talk to Harvey about, well, life. And he wanted to be able to come to Harvey for advice, and not be laughed at. He secretly wanted Harvey to be his friend, but he knew that was wishful thinking.

When Harvey excused himself to go to the rest rooms, Mike felt a brief pang of disappointment at the separation. It was then that he realized just how much he was dependent on Harvey. And the thought scared him a little.

Mike knew he had a bad habit of latching on to people. He knew he needed to be independent, to grow up and be able to fix his problems on his own, but it just felt too good having someone to watch out for you and take care of you. That's what Trevor had done, at least at first.

And that's what Mike wanted from Harvey. He wanted someone he could lean on, who would make things better when he inevitably fucked them up.

He cursed mentally, knowing he was expecting way too much from this. Harvey had opened up to him one time and suddenly Mike was gushing like a teenage girl. Just because there was a new element of trust between them didn't mean that they were suddenly BFFs.

Mike didn't even notice that Harvey had returned until he felt a nudge against his elbow. Mike looked up and saw that Harvey was holding out a plastic Yankees hat filled with vanilla ice cream to him. He accepted it with a small grin and was met with a smirk from Harvey. But it wasn't a derogatory look, more of a you're-too-cute smirk.

And although Mike vaguely resented the condescension, he still felt warm and fuzzy inside. He felt himself blushing and hastily looked away.

Harvey dug into his own chocolate sundae as if he hadn't noticed, and for that Mike was grateful.

Then Mike sighed. He just couldn't hold it in any longer. He looked over at Harvey and said quietly, "You do care."

Harvey didn't look up from his ice cream. "Of course I do," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He took a bite. "But you better not let that affect your work quality in any way."

Now Mike was absolutely beaming. He couldn't help it. "Wouldn't dream of it," he replied.

Harvey smiled. "Good boy," he murmured, almost under his breath.

And Mike finally relaxed. Sure he and Harvey would never have the same relationship he'd had with Trevor, but this was something much, much better.

END.