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Darvey AU; Harvey thinks about that time.
She asked him once if he ever thought about that time. The truth is he does. It often creeps up on him when he least expects it and it’s an impossible thing to shake.
#I almost want to put a disclaimer that yeah i’m fully aware that their relationship isn’t healthy #and I 99.9% don’t care for outsider opinions #because one day they’ll fix it #but it’ll be in their terms and their way #and fuck what the world says
She doesn’t hear it because how often do they listen to one another,really? They’re both so used to being on the defensive and licking old wounds that letting their guard down even for a minute means inviting an attack.
They fight because they are used to it. Each using words to get under the other’s skin, and she straightens when he starts talking to her. “Talk for myself? Why? Seems like you’re already trying to talk for me,” she says,tossing the rag down into the toolbox, “but you’re probably used to talking for addle brained women who’d rather think about clothes and shoes than anything important because you control the business side of things and women are just meant to look good.”
She’ll let him leave if he wants because there is only one way out of the garage that she’d been working in, and she isn’t about to walk by him. He tends to grab her arm when she tries that. “You can speak for your daughter and for that bitch that has her claws in you still. Not for me, especially not to North.”
It doesn’t even matter, not really, that she was going to agree to formally start dating Freddie, and that,before - she hadn’t really minded that he had said something to North. Now, it was just the principle of the thing.
"And this is why we won’t date because you won’t ask and I won’t say yes."
Truly he could have just taken another pace and slam the door in between them. He could have bitten his tongue and go for his paper and to his office, or go to take a walk or something but instead he retreats back into the room, slamming the door at his wake and walking until he’s in her personal space because fuck it if she has to break her neck looking up. He has a terrible, ugly temper and he tries to rein it hen he’s with Coyote. But when he’s feeling too vulnerable, when he feels like things are out of his control and his stomach coils with fear he simply stops caring.
"Do you ever listen to anyone but yourself? Do you ever stop to think that maybe not everyone is out to get you and that hell some of us actually, truly, care?" His voice is low and angry and it rumbles in his chest, and his hands go into fists because he wants nothing but to shake her into sense.
"You know what’s my problem, Coyote? My problem is that for once I thought I had found a woman who had more in her head than all of those you mention. I love you, but you are making me believe you are no better than all of them. You can only see your hurt and your anger and nothing I do is enough. You can’t look and see that I put real effort when it comes to you, effort I put in nobody else and that is because I love you.But you don’t listen, and you don’t see. And if me, of all people, are telling you this? Then maybe, just maybe, I’m not the entire problem. “
He takes a step back and gives her a mocked, flourished bow. “My lady. I apologize for having believed you were better than all the other women I had met, I profusely apologize for having imposed myself to you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have papers to sing. And do leave this house, or I’ll call to get you removed. Have a nice day.”
And this time, he is leaving the room.
She exhales sharply because Freddie and that damn ‘Lady’ thing got on her nerves as much as it did the first day he said it. “I like her, she’s a good kind,” she admitted with a shrug. “And don’t look at me, I stay out of that old Trickster’s way before he starts making plans with me in them.”
She leans back against his car and crosses her arms over her chest.”You told my father that we were dating before coming and talking to me,” she pointed out, “and you always make me deal with you when I’d rather fix whatever you fucked up on the car,” she said, not apologizing for swearing. “You know, I doubt that either one of us knows what it’s like to date anyone,” she said finally. “We’re going to fuck it up anyway, why not fuck it up with each other? At least we don’t have hearts to break if things go south.”
"He wouldn’t. That ‘old Trickster’ knows better than to make deals with the people I love." Oh hell no he’s not going to even pause to breath. He doesn’t need it anyway and he’s hoping by the time Coyote processes the statement he’ll already be out of the room.
"I told him my view, I never said that meant I was chaining you to my side. I apologize for making you deal with me, darling. But really if what you want is to make sure I understand my job is to simply work and get out of people’s ways, I already have Augusta for that." But yes, he knows he should had discussed things with her first, but he also knew it would come to this. They never manage to talk without ending up in an argument. He moves away and to the door, head straight as he opens the door and steps out.
"Talk for your bloody self Coyote."
He’s learned, it seems, to not try to move her to somewhere she doesn’t want to be, especially not when she is so close to heavy tools that she can throw with deadly accuracy.
"We’ve literally slept together. We haven’t had sex, first. Second, your daughter is closer to my age than my age is to yours, as you’ve pointed out constantly.Your best friend lives in the country and hates coming into the city, so i’m easier to get to, and lastly - I’m not your love. You’re confusing me and you enjoying being difficult with us being in a relationship."
"Of course we haven’t had sex, you are a lady, I can’t just try and get you out of your pants. You deserve more respect than that. Anyhow, she likes you. And really try telling that to Ez because I did managed to pretty much camp at his home with an alarming regularity."
Now he’s simply going to purse his lips and cough, suddenly growing uncomfortable. “Think what you want. Now, if the thought of us dating is so terrible you can’t even think about it, then please say so, so I can apologize with your father for the inconvenience. And I also apologize for burdening you with my presence, I gather this is my cue to step away and letting you destroy my car.”
Then, I’ll make myself very clear. Just the once, Mr Warin.
There are just two basic rules, when it comes to dating my daughter. In fact, they’re the same exact rules you have. Fancy that. [ Holding up a hand, because sit down, Don Juan, he’s not done with you yet. ] But, if she agrees, if she consents — and I mean, you do not coerce, compromise, force her hand or humiliate her into agreeing to, for some reason, have anything more to do with you… she is her own woman, and I won’t dismiss her right to choose. Even if she choose… you. Hmmph.
If you do, however, harm her and I don’t care how innocuous a hurt it is. Well. I heard you can’t die? Instead, I will hold you accountable and you will suffer.
[ He sits down because really, North is taking all of this rather well. Freddie would have already fired a shot. ]
I understand and knowledge your rules, but sadly they were already stepped over. Apologies, I know ‘it happened’ is not a reasonable answer: but it happen. And you wound me, if we are not married is because I respect her decisions. [ And because he knows he’s the worse possible choice but ah, that’s a chat for another day. ] I wouldn’t force her into anything like that —to star with, I’m sure that unlike you, she wouldn’t hesitate in shooting me.
Yes yes, you’ll make me regret ever being born and blah blah I’ve given that talk, yes. Satisfied, Sir?
"Believe me, she’s heard worse," she said, tossing the wrench into her toolkit. "Why do you insist on telling Mein Vater that we’re dating? Do you even know what dating means? Hint: It doesn’t mean arguing every five minutes.”
"I certainly hope not." He considers pulling her off the floor and on a standing position, but for his own safety restrains himself from doing so.
"Because if my daughter was dating an asshole, I would like to know. And I’m sorry to break it to you love, but we have slept together, you have a good relationship with my daughter, I’ve taken you to dine, yes we argue but meh, we’ve kissed, and I spend more time with you than with my best friend. So yes, we are dating.”
Are you, or aren’t you. The messages I’m receiving are rather different.
Eat a Snicker, Charlie Swan.
According to social standards: yes we are. Accordion to her? No we are not. According to me—well, I have seen her naked. But to be fair I did ask her to marry me and she said no.
But yes, yes we are dating.