Harvey moves to put his hands on Mike’s hips, presumably to pull him closer, but his hand brushes against something hard in Mike’s pocket. He glances down at it as he steps back. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” he smirks.
Mike lets out a nervous chuckle. “It’s uh…” he pulls a black velvet box from his pocket, twists it around in his fingers for a moment. “I’ve been carrying this around for nearly two weeks, trying to find the perfect moment.”
There’s a beat of silence. “The perfect moment for what?” Harvey asks, voice low.
Mike looks up and meets his eyes. “You know what.”
Harvey doesn’t say anything, just keeps his gaze fixed on Mike, and Mike takes courage from his silence.
“Harvey, you took a chance on me when the world was content to let me pass them by. I knew then how lucky I was to find you, to find someone who believed in me. I had no idea that meeting you would lead to this, to us, but it did and I have never been happier than when I’m with you. You let me see the real you when no one else did and I feel so fucking privileged to know you. To love you. To be loved by you. And I never want to go another day without that, for the rest of our lives. So…”
Mike takes a deep breath, and then slides down onto one knee.
Proposal scene written by the lovely and truly amazing tattooedsiren. Without her, this wouldn’t exist.