Holmeses are not known for kindness. Or at least, that would be what Mycroft and Sherlock would want you to believe. Sadly, the more interaction they had with outsiders, the more that particular truth seemed to be coming off as a blatant lie. Not for the first time, Mycroft silently cursed John Watson. His affect on Sherlock was spreading to him. Again.
Although that laugh made it easier to swallow. He crooked up a smirk, then texted his housekeeper to make sure they stocked up again on all the particulars.
Generosity ... was strangely, something that he was getting rather good at. Had been good at, and it seemed impossible that people thought throwing resources and money at things seemed to be so hard to do. If you had it, why not use it? Delicately, of course. A razor blade, not a butcher knife.
"Yes. Quite so. Besides, I do not want you to struggle, on your own. Not after what I owe you." He sniffed at the text back, hoping against hope his ears were now not pink as he read, Oh is the Inspector coming for a visit?
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Although that laugh made it easier to swallow. He crooked up a smirk, then texted his housekeeper to make sure they stocked up again on all the particulars.
Generosity ... was strangely, something that he was getting rather good at. Had been good at, and it seemed impossible that people thought throwing resources and money at things seemed to be so hard to do. If you had it, why not use it? Delicately, of course. A razor blade, not a butcher knife.
"Yes. Quite so. Besides, I do not want you to struggle, on your own. Not after what I owe you." He sniffed at the text back, hoping against hope his ears were now not pink as he read, Oh is the Inspector coming for a visit?