Much to everyone’s amusement, Sherlock is actually very shy when he’s Little…it’s not easy for him to meet new people in headspace.
Not that Gavin…er, Greg is new. But he’s new to Little Sherlock. And even after numerous peptalks and x-amount of coaxing from his brother, Sherlock still harbors some reservations about the older, grey-haired man as he regards him while safely hiding behind Mycroft’s back…
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.