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Mycroft lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Smoke drifted up slowly to the ceiling in the darkened room. He hadn’t done this in a while.
But he thought this situation warranted special attention. He looked to the other side of the bed. Inspector Gregory Lestrade was snoring lightly there.
Absolutely naked as the day he was born and curled up in Mycroft’s bed and Mycroft’s blankets inside Mycroft’s house.
What was he to do now? Yes. They had partaken in sexual relations yesterday. Yes. He had been secretly developing sentiment towards the man for years. And no. He has absolutely no idea where to go from here.
The answer should be obvious. Was it obvious? Was it obvious to “normal” people where to go from here?
He took another drag from his cigarette. As the smoke dispersed, his mind cleared too.
We’ll start with breakfast, Mycroft decided.