"Well apparently we need to change that." Mycroft murmured softly, a faint smile appearing on his lips in turn.
He rolled his eyes at the 'Jeeves' comment, even though concern flicked over his face as Gregory coughed. He took up the water glass, lifting it up so he could drink again.
"You need to take it easy, Gregory. Your healing process may take some time." He soothed, gently nudging him back against the pillows. "I believe the best I can do for you right now - is to let you get more sleep."
"I can do that," Greg replied, nodding his thanks for the water and settling back obligingly. No one would have to twist his arm. "Like a champ."
And maybe when he woke up, he'd have more of his wits about him; maybe then he'd think of something better to say. He'd have plenty of time to come up with it, no doubt, even if it was just a hundred different ways to say: thank you. And a bit of work here and there, of course. But somehow, that wasn't foremost on his mind.
"You'll be tired, too," he added, with a slightly rueful smile - naturally it hadn't been the first thing that crossed his mind when he came to, but it ought to have occurred to him. "Glad you were here, though." He felt, somehow, as though he were in better hands.
Mycroft's lips curved into a wry and warm smile, before he put the cup back down on the table, "Good, although I am sure you are the champ in many other areas."
He went to pull his overcoat on, smoothing himself down to perfection to prepare himself to leave. It would not do to leave this room ... rumpled. He needed to be as together as possible.
He glanced over, as he is straightening his tie and vest. "Oh, I've gone on less sleep than this .., but I shall try to catch up." He looked at him, before his lips quirked up, "I ... didn't want you to wake up alone. I suppose that will be part of my job description for now."
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He rolled his eyes at the 'Jeeves' comment, even though concern flicked over his face as Gregory coughed. He took up the water glass, lifting it up so he could drink again.
"You need to take it easy, Gregory. Your healing process may take some time." He soothed, gently nudging him back against the pillows. "I believe the best I can do for you right now - is to let you get more sleep."
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And maybe when he woke up, he'd have more of his wits about him; maybe then he'd think of something better to say. He'd have plenty of time to come up with it, no doubt, even if it was just a hundred different ways to say: thank you. And a bit of work here and there, of course. But somehow, that wasn't foremost on his mind.
"You'll be tired, too," he added, with a slightly rueful smile - naturally it hadn't been the first thing that crossed his mind when he came to, but it ought to have occurred to him. "Glad you were here, though." He felt, somehow, as though he were in better hands.
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He went to pull his overcoat on, smoothing himself down to perfection to prepare himself to leave. It would not do to leave this room ... rumpled. He needed to be as together as possible.
He glanced over, as he is straightening his tie and vest. "Oh, I've gone on less sleep than this .., but I shall try to catch up." He looked at him, before his lips quirked up, "I ... didn't want you to wake up alone. I suppose that will be part of my job description for now."