If he was a more violent man, he would have gotten an arsenal like Reese or Shaw to make matters go along a little faster. No, he thought, he would have to simply try again tomorrow with a different set of tactics.
He swiped his keycard and opened the door to the room, neatly hanging up his hat and coat as he entered.
“Good to see you’re alright.”
Harold started and peered around the corner to see Reese lounging on the bed. The other man had already removed his coat and shoes, and had his hands behind his head.
“Mr. Reese! I’ve been trying to contact you,” Finch said, moving closer and standing at the foot of the bed. He noticed a black duffle Finch grudgingly obeyed and returned a short while later wearing his newest set of expensive pajamas. Reese was already under the covers and he folded back the comforter as Harold approached the bed and slowly laid down.
He arranged the pillows and rolled on his side facing away from John, who moved over and placed an arm around him, pulling him close.
“See, this isn’t so bad,” Reese said with a smirk.
“This is ridiculous.”
“Is it?”
Finch suppressed a yawn and burrowed into the covers a little more. It was surprisingly comfortable.
“…No, I suppose not,” Harold murmured as Reese snuggled behind him.