Sadie:
“
Greg frowned and accepted the warm, damp flannel Mycroft handed him. “I know, it’s just….”
“He can have sweeties tomorrow.” Mycroft rinsed Sherlock’s tray and arranged it in the dishwasher.
“You’re always so damn practical.”
“Somebody has to be, darling. Go clean him up.”
“…You have to be kidding me.”
“He’s in a rare mood; Little, eager to please, sentimental. Take advantage.”
“
It Is What It Is (But That’s Not All That It Has To Be) Fic update