Harvey's lip curls up in a sneer, an instant and unconscious tightening of the muscles in his face. Only you can be responsible for what you do, says Matt, and Harvey can't help but resent every word as if he was just directly insulted.

His temper holds, allowing him some control over what he says, how he reacts verbally. His shoulders and hands, like his face, tighten.

"Bone to pick, huh?" His voice is quiet and a little wry, nose wrinkled. Not that he has any intention on seeing either of them, but Matt attempting to forbid him is what Harvey finds amusing. "What other doctors do you know?"