Mycroft looked up sharply at that, because the way it was said was so ... very raw. As if the last thing that Gregory wanted was to be left alone. It twisted something, in Mycroft's chest. Something he was going to have to examine, at length. For now though, his smile quirked up, reaching his eyes to match the other man's.

"I hardly think it possible you can keep yourself quiet for that long, Gregory. However, I shall make sure that you are comfortable." He paused, for a moment, before gently reaching out to squeeze his good shoulder gently, "And I would not want it that way, because I will ... also be glad for the company."

He cleared his throat, "... we can have you moved, as soon as you are deemed stable, by the doctors. Is there anything I should have packed, from your apartment?"