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Greg woke up with a strange feeling. The place next to him was empty and cold. He looked at his phone, it was 2am.
He got up without bothering to put on a shirt and started to look for Mycroft. He found him in the living room, his hand resting on the mantle of the fireplace where their collection of various photos was.
There was a yellowed old photo of the Holmes siblings, an equally yellowed one of Greg and his sister, one of Greg holding his beloved niece, a newspaper article about Greg, a photo of Mycroft, very solemn in his office - Greg had insisted. Pieces of their separate lives to which had recently been added pieces of their life together. A Christmas at the Holmes', another at 221B, one of their first vacations in the sun.
Fragments of happiness that had made and were making their lives.
Greg approached, and in a now natural gesture, he put his hand on Mycroft's shoulder to signal his presence. Then he slipped his arms around his waist, rested his chin on Mycroft's shoulder, who leaned his head against his.
"Nightmares?"
"Hm. Nothing new."
Greg didn't answer and simply tightened his arms around Mycroft in support. They stood in silence for a few moments, contemplating these pieces of their lives.
When suddenly Mycroft whispered, "Are you happy?"
"What?"
Mycroft turned in Greg's arms and put his hands around his waist.
"Do you remember, before that, before us, what I told you?"
Greg nodded, and replied as if he were reciting a lesson, "Yeah, you told me in your so-serious voice, 'I told you not to fall in love with me. I don't know how to make people happy. ' To which I replied that that choice was not yours to make and more importantly that it was already too late by then, I was already madly in love with you."
Greg framed Mycroft's face with his hands, planted his gaze in his and said in a deep and determined voice, "And I haven't changed my mind since. I still love you as much as ever and even more. Actually, you were quite wrong, Mycroft. I don't know about other people, but as for me, you make me completely happy."
He sealed his speech with a kiss, then stepping back a little but leaving his forehead against Mycroft's. He said softly, "The only thing that saddens me a little is that you must have been doubting all this time because we didn't have this discussion earlier."
Mycroft pressed a light kiss to his lips before replying, "I don't doubt all the time, just when the nightmares come back."
"But Mycroft, take a good look." Greg took him by the shoulders and turned him toward the mantelpiece
"Take a good look." he repeated, pointing to the pictures where they are both, "look at these photos, look at me, do I look unhappy?"
He did not wait for the answer and continued, "I am happy Mycroft, and the person responsible for this happiness is you. Only you."
Mycroft contemplated the pictures for a few more moments before turning and taking Greg's hand. He pulled him back towards their room, "Let's go to bed."
As he followed him, Greg took one last look at the pictures and thought there was still plenty of room for more little bits of happiness.