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“Have you told Mummy?”
Mycroft and Sherlock were sharing tea after a long night.
“About what?” The younger Holmes was looking towards the bathroom.
“He won’t help you, he’s getting ready for work.” Mycroft says with a smirk.
“No… I didn’t tell her. It’s private, I don’t need everyone to know that we’re going to get married!” His voice was full of exasperation. “I told you for the paperwork...”
“Sherlock…” He’s unbelievable… “You know they will be so happy for you…And after… everything… they do need happiness around them.” He sighs melancholically, thinking about Eurus.
“Cheap shot, even coming from you, Mycroft!”
“And about the RSC Award? You know how proud they would be!”
“I didn’t want to accept, but John was so happy that…” He suddenly chided himself Stop being sentimental! “I don’t need a medal or my parent’s approval! I know I am BETTER than anyone at the RSC!”
With a devious grin, his older brother retorts, “be careful… Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called ‘Ego’…”
“Isn’t a bit early for Nietzsche, Mycroft?” John suddenly interrupts while stopping for a quick kiss before leaving for work. “Good day, love.”
Once the door was shut, Mycroft looks at Sherlock with a hint of admiration.
“You chose well, brother mine, you couldn’t have a better betrothed.”