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“Gregory, what are you wearing on your feet?”
The unexpected voice nearly startled Greg out of the chair. Mycroft had slipped into the sitting room, apparently finished with his very important phone call.
“Socks.” He wiggled his toes within the swirls of bright green, blue, and yellow.
Mycroft trailed an index finger over the top of Greg’s foot, then stroked the arch with his thumb.
Greg twitched away. “Tickles.”
Withdrawing, Mycroft said, “They’re handmade.” Meeting Greg’s eyes, he added, “By you.”
“Yes.”
“You knit.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Greg chuckled. “You can’t tell me?”
Mycroft gave him a look.
“It’s relaxing.” Greg shrugged. “Keeps my hands busy. Healthier habit than cigarettes.”
“Indeed,” Mycroft agreed. “The colours are… striking.”
Greg grinned. “Got the yarn at a shop in Germany I found on a mini-break years ago with….” He waved away the thought of his ex-wife.
“Never mind.”
Mycroft hummed. “A mini-break,” he mused. “I haven’t had one of those in—“
“Ever?” Greg supplied.
Mycroft raised his eyebrows. “I may not knit, but do you really imagine that I never relax?”
“No, I have good evidence that you occasionally relax.” Greg smirked. “In fact, you look like you could do with some relaxation right about now.” Swinging his feet to the floor, he reached for Mycroft’s hand.
“Proposing to teach me to knit?”
“Maybe after.”