Tales Untold

Harvey laid it out. Evelyn couldn’t expect less from him, though considering the time lost between the two, she was a little surprised that he opened up, but it was what she asked for. Camelot had done something to him. It wasn’t direct, but that was how it’d always been. They’d lead her to join the ranks, they’d killed her parents. They trained their agents to act without question. That had to have been what sent Harvey after the rogue spy in the first place. She could count herself lucky. She’d managed to get out and save her family. But the truth was, that wasn’t the truth. She’d gotten out, yes and the Abbots were alive yes, but Harvey was family and in her absence, he’d been effected.

Sadness crossed her face that reflected how she felt inside. She wanted Harvey to know that she was worried about him. Stepping around the counter, she moved closer to him until she reached out and touched his arm. She rubbed with her thumb a little before she let go and brought it back down to her side. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, but it felt like it echoed among the things in the store.

The human contact made the hairs on his neck stand up. He wasn’t used to it anymore, it made him tense, unnerved him. The last time he felt a human’s touch had been his wife. He’d even managed to avoid giving Lizzie a send off hug before she left. He’d begun to isolate himself even before he left Camelot. His own coping mechanism. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. It happened. It’s over. Now I’m here.”

He already lived in the past more than he wanted to with reoccurring dreams, nightmares, and hallucinations (that were all being battled with alcohol.) Shifting uncomfortably on his feet, Harvey shoved his hands back into his pockets and walked around the shop, looking at nothing in particular. His mind was elsewhere.

“I can’t help but wonder if they knew about her all along,” Harvey added quietly. Truly, she was his best kept secret. He didn’t tell Eve, Orion, or even Lizzie. Made damn well sure his tracks were covered whenever he went home to her. And she ended up dying because of his own stupidity anyway.

“You two would have gotten along wonderfully, I imagine.”

"I hope you know you’re still one of the easiest people to find,” he sighed, sitting next to her on the bench. He didn’t even have to think that hard to find where Elizabeth was at in the city.

“Nah, something ain’t right about it. It’s off center or crooked or somethin’.” 

“I.... don’t think it is. Are you sure?” Harvey asked, tilting his head. He really didn’t see it.

"Rosalyn used to make the best cupcakes.”

“Cheetohs are a disgusting american made chip. .........What kind of question is that???????” Harvey squints, then looks at his bottle of whiskey. He doesn’t think he drank that much...... 

"Rocky. For the most part. Other than Lizzie. The rest, our relationship is.... rocky. Seeing as I thought they were dead.”

“Being found. Having to go back. Having to tell them what I know.”