[Sentiment between them has always been stilted and awkward, and neither knows what to do when the other expresses it, so Sherlock only shifts in discomfort when Mycroft admits that he doesn't want him to die. Not the most affectionate statement, perhaps, but still more than they usually indulge in.
It's a smart deal for Mycroft, and one Sherlock sees no reason not to agree to. It might even save another night like this if he already has an effective way to tell what he has taken when his tongue doesn't want to obey him.]
Very well. [A brief pause.] You have my word, there will always be a list. Now can we go?
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It's a smart deal for Mycroft, and one Sherlock sees no reason not to agree to. It might even save another night like this if he already has an effective way to tell what he has taken when his tongue doesn't want to obey him.]
Very well. [A brief pause.] You have my word, there will always be a list. Now can we go?