"Los Angeles is nothing like it," Harvey says with a smirk and a shake of his head, his lips drawing together in a tight yet unfamiliar way. It's foreign to be able to close his mouth like this again, not feel the numbing stress of his left side constantly gaping and exposed.

It's a strange question, and a hard one to answer. He almost shakes his head, but hesitates. "In some ways," he relents. "Yes and no. They come together under a similar flag. It's not a shared psychosis, more like a shared cause."