It feels right. Harvey's mind goes pleasantly numb hearing that, filled with what feels like static white noise rather than thoughts. Just existing, not thinking. He opens his mouth to speak, then second-guesses the impulse and closes it.

"It's supposed to," he says roughly after a minute, looking at Matt with eyebrows drawn close over his eyes. Saying it he's not sure it was what he wanted to say, but much like his face, it feels like the right thing all the same. "I'm taking the Bar Exam."