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Harvey lost the coin toss, so he had no choice but to give in to your insistence—now you sit comfortably settled in his lap while he scribbles out the details of his next scheme. He huffs quiet, amused grumbles and casts you occasional half-teasing glances, but beneath the mock irritation, he’s strangely at ease; your weight against him is a steady, welcome presence as he works, the dim light softening the sharp focus of his expression.