“Today she came by the Diogene’s Club with John.” Mycroft studied his nails casually. “To offer her condolences.” “Did she?” Sherlock mused. His eyes narrowed just the slightest bit. “Did she say anything else?” “No.” “What did you say to her?”
For the first time in his life, Sherlock saw Mycroft falter. “I might have made a mistake.”
“What did you say?”
“I said that you were in a better place now,” Mycroft said.
“Ah.”
“Do you think she’ll—”
“Yes.” Sherlock couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on his lips, but he managed to contain most of it.
“She’s figured out I’m alive. Clever girl,” he said softly to himself.
For the first time in his life, Sherlock saw Mycroft falter. “I might have made a mistake.”
“What did you say?”
“I said that you were in a better place now,” Mycroft said.
“Ah.”
“Do you think she’ll—”
“Yes.” Sherlock couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on his lips, but he managed to contain most of it.
“She’s figured out I’m alive. Clever girl,” he said softly to himself.
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