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“You’re looking well, brother, mine…” They were drinking tea, the flat comfortably silent as John was at work and Rosie at school. “Not being alone suits you…” Mycroft sighs, looking reservedly in his teacup.
“I must be careful, I’m becoming as fat as a lazy cat…” Sherlock chuckles, knowing that the stone he has put on the last few years is far from making him fat… even if he had to add a size or two to his clothes!
“It becomes you, being… healthier. And I am certain that it pleases your doctor tremendously.”
The detective smiles “Yes, it is… You are looking good yourself, more… I don’t know… content?” The older Holmes was now looking fairly uncomfortable. After a few minutes, Sherlock recalls a conversation they had years ago and asks with an innocent smirk, “Have you found yourself… a goldfish?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about!” His brother protests loudly, his mind wandering to Gregory Lestrade… They had been seeing each other a few months now. It was a miracle that Sherlock hadn’t figured it out yet! I should find a way to express my attachment discreetly… A new phone? Matching watches or cufflinks? No… something more unique, permanent and special.
Looking at his older brother with affection, Sherlock grinned. “Anyway… Whatever the reason, nowadays you’re beaming!”