"I would call it bravery - but then I would also have to call it stupidity. I suppose it was a little of both." Mycroft smirked, faintly, holding out the cup to Gregory. However, he stood nearby, his hand ready to take the cup back.

That smile ... well. That smile loosened something in Mycroft. Something that he was sure he still wasn't ready to look at. He glanced to the other shoulder, lips pressed together, before he looked back into Gregory's eyes again. He took the cup back, his tone thoughtful, "That is ... quite true. You will be out of commission for a few weeks."

He looked around, "Do you have someone you wish for me to contact, when you are released from here, to come and help take care of you?"