It wasn't surprising that the kid perked up at that. Harvey hadn't meant to tear open a wound that had probably already been carved into last night (his wounds certainly had been), but now it looked like the kid was turning to him for... well, for something. For any information he could get about his friend, as if that would bring him back in some small way. It wasn't as if Harvey could judge, although he had the tendency to shove away anything that made him think of Rachel.

"Let's see, it was about..." Harvey rocked back in his chair for a moment, tapping his fingers against the table as he thought about it. "Four days ago?" Jesus, it felt like a lot longer than that. It made him wonder when Harry had died, and how. He'd said that he hadn't had to deal too closely with monsters, but maybe that had changed.

He would have asked for details, but he knew that he wouldn't be willing to answer any questions that the kid had about his experience -- not questions like that, at least.

The next question took him by surprise. Get hurt? What was that supposed to mean? He narrowed his eye at the kid as he tried to find some kind of response. Still, in this case the truth was really all he had to work with. "No," he said firmly. "I just kept hearing things until the night ended and I woke up, back to the grindstone."

He was so sick of this daytime facade. He would have been more open about his frustration if he didn't know that that would just cause the nurses to put him in la-la land again. He might be angry, but he wasn't stupid, and he didn't want any drugs in his system. Not when there was a chance that they were being doped up on something already.