After identifying Irene’s body, Sherlock takes a moment for himself.
could you please do mycroft handing sherlock the bottle of bubbles like he handed him the cigarette. Merry Christmas little brother! have some happy happy bubbles! 😛
Oh, why not.
“Just the one.” Mycroft says, holding up the bottle of bubble soap.
“Why?” Sherlock asks, suspiciously.
“Merry Christmas.”
Mycroft: Tonight’s a danger night. John: Are you sure? Mycroft: I’m never sure. John: We checked the flat, he’s clean. No dish soap, detergent, not even shampoo. Mycroft: You need to stay with him. John: But I’ve got plans. Mycroft: No.