Harvey knew this was going to happen; he just didn’t think it would happen so soon. He’d been through something similar himself pre-Harvard, then had seen it happen over and over again as a district attorney.
It was the same song and dance as always: an addict ended up using because they either thought they could get away with it or because they were somehow determined to sabotage themselves.
He could remember how stressful being an associate had been, and he’d had the fortune to have experience under his belt when he’d entered the bullpen. His years in the DA’s office ensured that he didn’t have to deal with the rookie bullshit, but it didn’t help to minimize his workload - if anything, he was expected to do more. He didn’t want to think of what it would be like if he wouldn’t have had that experience, let alone how it’d be if he hadn’t even gone to law school.
It was amazing that Mike had managed to stay afloat this long. Harvey had thought that maybe, just maybe, they’d be able to pull this off. Mike had so much potential, and he knew that the only way Mike could even think about living up to it would be if he could break the downward spiral he’d fallen into. If Mike were to revert back to his old habits, it wouldn’t take long for him to crash and burn.
Addiction was a vicious cycle, and Harvey knew exactly how it would all play out. It’d start off with Mike being groggy in the morning from having that one last bowl at night, then it’d progress to him being unreachable if Harvey needed to get ahold of him after hours, and eventually he’d decide being a lawyer was just too much work and he’d rather keep wasting his life away in a haze of smoke. After that, it’d only be a matter of time until that idiot friend of his had him hauling around more briefcases full of weed, and eventually Harvey would get a phone call that his former associate had been arrested and was being charged with drug trafficking.
He couldn’t see it happen again. Not now, not with Mike and his brilliant mind and his memory. It was why he’d laid down the law and banned Mike from seeing Trevor, since he knew that the temptation would most likely be too much for Mike to resist.
Apparently, the temptation had still been too much to resist. Mike was standing before him and fidgeting, his eyes red and glassy as he vainly tried (and completely failed) to fool Harvey into thinking he was sober.
Swallowing hard, Harvey choked back the fear and anger that threatened to overwhelm him; instead, he allowed the disappointment and resignation to bleed through as he looked Mike dead in the eye and spoke.
“You’re high. Get out.”
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I’ve been dying for confirmation on this, and on the Rewind commentary, one of them describes flashback!Mike as being 22 yo. So there we have it. Which makes Harvey 37.
WE HAVE CANON, THANK THE LORD. lol. I’m so anal-retentive, this actually makes me feel a lot better about life. FAAAAAAAACTS.
I HATE IT WHEN THEY DO THIS. I just rewatched the funeral scene in High Noon and the confrontation in Blind Sided to confirm this, so I’m not pulling this out of my ass, k guys?
Mike was 11 when his parents died in 1992, which means that he was born in 1981, putting him at 31 or 32 now.
Come on, writers. Wtf, don’t you have character sheets that keep this crap in order?
I’m sorry, but canon accuracy is something I’m obsessed with, so this is such a HUGE pet peeve of mine it’s not even funny.