"Hi, you've reached Harry Lockhart. You missed me, for whatever reason. That means I'm not here. So just leave your name and number and I'll give you a call back when I get home. If for some reason I haven't been home in a while, you might want to come looking for me. Or you know, fuck it."

*Beep*

Harry came back downstairs four hours later from his nap. His hair was slightly ruffled and his steps were heavy. Making his way over to the couch he plopped down onto it.

"Hey, do you know where Chloe is? Is she with Harmony or something?" He said after a minute. He couldn't remember seeing her today. Resting his head back on the couch he closed his eyes. He needed a nap from his nap. It had felt really good. The sleep. He yawned a bit glancing over at Perry.

"I was thinking we could do an Angelina Jolie marathon today or something. I had a dream about her..."

Harry fixed himself a bowl of chocolate ice cream with pretty much any sweet thing he could find in the house on it and took a seat at the kitchen table. Carefully he flipped open the folder that held the notes for their new case. Some guy who's sister got killed.. thought it was murder, wanted whoever did it found out and hunted down. Whatever. It seemed valid enough.

Carefully Harry stuck a huge scoop of ice cream in his mouth as he glanced over everything. Things had returned relatively to normal over the past few days, and Harry had decided that meant it was best never to bring up the events of the other night ever again. This also meant he could keep his membership card and no one would ever have to know. Except, you know, him and Perry. God the ice cream was good. Anyway, the point is, he was only half working. What else was new?

Harry had fallen asleep on the couch last night... sitting up. Glancing around it was barely eight o'clock he found by the look of it outside. He yawned gently and leaned his head back against the couch planning on falling back asleep. Unfortunately, the fight from last night resurfaced and he sighed. God Dammit. He rolled his head from side to side to crack his neck gently before pushing himself off of the couch. There was no way he was going to be able to get back to sleep now that, that was back on his mind.

Shower time instead. He made his way into the bathroom he would feel better after getting clean. The warm water definitely helped to relax a little, and he felt refreshed by the time he stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist. Making his way into his room, he quickly threw on his clothes for the day, jeans and a black sweater. Reaching a hand up to ruffle his own wet hair he padded down to the kitchen to see what there was to eat.

After thanking Kat for about the millionth time, he gathered up his two bags, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and headed back toward Perry's place. Okay so he had missed him a little. So what? He had spent the past year with the guy without any breaks. Sometimes in situations like that, things became... sort of... co-dependent. What that even the right word?

It didn't matter. A few hours later he was home again. Letting himself into the apartment he glanced around.

"Perry?" He said setting his bags down by the front door and kicking off his shoes.