Greg (thinking): You know, I swear that Mycroft can read minds sometimes.
Mycroft: I assure you, Gregory, that I am not a mind-reader.
Greg: …
Mycroft: Oh, you’re right. Not making a very good case for myself here.
Mycroft: ……damn
Les Miserables is the Wonder Pets with French Revolutionists.
imagining sherlock tho stumbling out into the hallway after he winks at john like heart going wild, adrenalin surging, his tum in knots, his palms are sweaty as all hell and he’s just like “holy crap he’s hot, ooooh my god did that go well? i think that went well. oh god what if he doesn’t come tomorrow? what if he does? oh my god”
married for 6 years, 2 dogs, vacation cottage in country, going antiquing on slow weekends. Dancing in the kitchen in the middle of the day. Making out on sofa watching attenborough. Havin a good time not suffering.