Chist, the mess this would make.
"I don't know how much of a party it will be, but of course." Whatever would keep the younger occupied and help take his mind off things.
close- closer, since last Christmas at our parents."
Whatever his brother had taken had definitely put him in a...good mood? A regression almost, curious, unburdened by life. It was like a breath of fresh air, truthfully. There was none of that innocence left in either of them.-
slipping from his throat before his cheeks flushed at the question. "Uh...-" Words stuck behind a soft tongue. No matter what he said now, his brother would know the answer regardless. "Yes, we have." Moving to place the wet clothing into the ensuite. "We've been getting -
Stepping behind a privacy screen ~yes, he had one of those~ he stripped from the wet clothing, slipping into the clean set of dark maroon pajamas, feet cradled by warm sherpa. "Plants are specific with what they like, and they know when it's quite time." A teasing chuckle -
substantial than toast."
Offering him the set of pajamas, the moved to his own dresser and rooted around for a fresh pair of his own. He needed to get out of these wet clothes, they were getting unpleasantly cold.
"of course."
rather endearing, he had to admit.
"A favorite colour? Not particularly. Perhaps, green? I've taken an interest in indoor plants recently. Once you've gotten whatever is left in your system, you'll be able to see them downstairs, and maybe I'll make you something more -
Leaving the other man to his own devices as he slipped away down the hall to the spare room he had always saved for the detective, he opened the bottom drawer and withdrew the silk pajamas, returning to his room and the other kicking his feet like a bloody child. The image -
As they separated, he rose to his feet and gave the younger male a genuine and gentle smile before leaning down to kiss his forehead, rolling his eyes at the comment about his shampoo. "If you must know, it's cherry blossom. Now wait here while I get you your pajamas."
was pulled forward. Catching them both with a hand on the mattress, he slowly returned the hug once satisfied that they were balanced. One hand cradling the back of his head, he let himself relax, not having noticed the tension he had been holding since the Diogenes Club.
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He truly didn't care about the shoes, suit, or even sheets. They were all material things and could easily be replaced. Unlike his brother.
Not expecting the sudden movement, he almost flinched away before feeling the arms looping around him, a small grunt slipping free as he -
exhausted looking face. "Because...as much as it goes against everything I have told you, and portray...I do love you, Sherlock. And to lose you...It would break me." His own blue green eyes holding a fragment of vulnerability.
brought in. Slinging it arond the lean shoulders, he half supported and half carried the man to the master bedroom. He was going to need to watch him all night, best to have him close.
Guiding him down onto the edge of the bed, he crouched down looking up at his baby brother's -
reaching out to encompass the fetal position the younger adopted. "i'll make you some toast once we get you into bed. And not before." Once the tight look of pain had washed through Sherlock's face, Mycroft drew him up to his feet, grabbing a towel as they past the stack he had -
A soft smile curled his lips upwards at the mention of the silk pajamas that he kept on stand by just for occasions when his brother needed to crash away from Baker Street. "Of course, I do. Just as you left them."
The smile vanishing as fast as it had come, arms reflexively -