Mycroft squeezed again, once more, before pulling back to text Anthea. They would get the keys, pack his things -- wait, they? Yes, they. He did not think Gregory would like strangers, pawing through his garments. "Very good. I'll make sure that we pack a full compliment of outfits." One corner of his mouth lifted. "So I recall."

He snorted softly, as he texted, staying close to the bed. "That would require me having friends, Gregory, and I do not have any." He paused, thought about that, before snorting again, "Except ... perhaps you." He gave the other man a winsome smile, "Shall I throw you a party for when you get out of the hospital?"