Greg shouldn't have been surprised - and he wasn't, really, once the words were out of Mycroft's mouth. Embarrassed, perhaps, that he hadn't seen it coming even though it had happened before, and that perhaps it must have seemed like he was angling for it; but most of all pleased, and a little relieved. The warmth of the feeling took him by surprise. One didn't expect warmth around Holmeses, much as one didn't expect favors - never mind outright kindness.
But he ought to know better.
He gave an abashed (and subdued and rather croaky) laugh, fiddling with the blanket again for something to do with his hands. "Calling it cuisine's a little kind, I think. But - yeah. Creature of habit."
All too stubbornly so, apparently. A man who made as strong as impression as Mycroft did tend to leave a lasting mark in one's memory, of course, but Greg was going to have to see if he couldn't reshape it a bit. The picture he'd first made of him hadn't left any room for things like generosity.
"It's good of you," he added, managing to sound less impress than a little chagrined. "I won't say no. - Hell of a lot nicer than my place, of course."
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But he ought to know better.
He gave an abashed (and subdued and rather croaky) laugh, fiddling with the blanket again for something to do with his hands. "Calling it cuisine's a little kind, I think. But - yeah. Creature of habit."
All too stubbornly so, apparently. A man who made as strong as impression as Mycroft did tend to leave a lasting mark in one's memory, of course, but Greg was going to have to see if he couldn't reshape it a bit. The picture he'd first made of him hadn't left any room for things like generosity.
"It's good of you," he added, managing to sound less impress than a little chagrined. "I won't say no. - Hell of a lot nicer than my place, of course."