"Good stuff?" Harvey spat, temper flaring again. It didn't matter how true what he said may be, as disjointed as it was, what Harvey had said was the truth. The shove had been unexpected enough to push him a few steps back, though now he was back to his footing, tired sort of frustration in his glare. He didn't think as he threw a punch at the other, barely as harsh or powerful as it could be, more an irate retaliation after the events of the day had worn his already strained control.

"Don't you dare talk about ruining things." He shot back lowly.