[He's silent the rest of the way, his face impassively cool and collected, though if anyone knew him, he was anything but, right now. His eyes hold a storm of worry and relief.
Without another word he strides into the room, his heart skipping a beat when he sees Sherlock with the oxygen and the drip in his arm, not to mention what he actually looked like. As painful as it was to see him like this, it was certainly preferable to the alternative.]
Sherlock.
[His voice holds the enormity of the effect this has all had on Mycroft. He's unsure of what to say next, not sure if he should yell at him, lecture him, or tell him how glad he is that he's all right.
He should. Maybe if he'd been...more open, this wouldn't have happened.
His mouth opens and closes. What was he so afraid of?]
I informed our parents.
[Brilliant. Exactly what Sherlock needed to hear.]
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[He's silent the rest of the way, his face impassively cool and collected, though if anyone knew him, he was anything but, right now. His eyes hold a storm of worry and relief.
Without another word he strides into the room, his heart skipping a beat when he sees Sherlock with the oxygen and the drip in his arm, not to mention what he actually looked like. As painful as it was to see him like this, it was certainly preferable to the alternative.]
Sherlock.
[His voice holds the enormity of the effect this has all had on Mycroft. He's unsure of what to say next, not sure if he should yell at him, lecture him, or tell him how glad he is that he's all right.
He should. Maybe if he'd been...more open, this wouldn't have happened.
His mouth opens and closes. What was he so afraid of?]
I informed our parents.
[Brilliant. Exactly what Sherlock needed to hear.]