“I don't know if I'm sad,” Sherlock went on. “I don't think that's...right. I don't think that's what I'm feeling. The headmaster kept droning on about it being okay to cry, but I don't feel like crying.”
“That's fine,” Mycroft said. “You can feel however you'd like.”
This was lovely, and so true to both of them, and the kind of relationship they have at its best. I love big-brother Mycroft here so much, and how he affirms without being soppy or anything. Perfection.
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“I don't know if I'm sad,” Sherlock went on. “I don't think that's...right. I don't think that's what I'm feeling. The headmaster kept droning on about it being okay to cry, but I don't feel like crying.”
“That's fine,” Mycroft said. “You can feel however you'd like.”
This was lovely, and so true to both of them, and the kind of relationship they have at its best. I love big-brother Mycroft here so much, and how he affirms without being soppy or anything. Perfection.