Got my eye on you (смешанная)

Harvey lets Mike sit in on the adult table, which is all well and good, until Mike finds himself in the room with one of his past clients of a more… unsavoury business.
“Mike?” Harvey calls to him, uncharacteristically hesitant.
Mike blinks through the haze, head lowered. Focuses on slowing down his breaths. Breathing, not thinking. Just breathing.
“Mike.” Firmer, now. Harvey’s hand slides down to his arm and squeezes tight. “Is there something you need to tell me?”