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[desecrated]

 No, I don't want another. My ribs still hurt from the last one. 

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[herrin]

You ought to take better care of yourself, Mr. Holmes.

Or else caution your family to do so.

[desecrated]

[glare]

Trust me, they wouldn't if they had the opportunity to do so.

[herrin]

Your mother seemed nice.

[ you know. from what she saw. ]

[desecrated]

Of course she did.

[His mother is nice. Sometimes he wonders about telling on his brother if it didn't singe his own pride so badly.]

You wouldn't have stood there or acted like it was a chore.

[herrin]

Oh, no?

[ hey come on we don't know anything about her parents, she didn't have the best childhood. it's difficult being uncommonly smart AND a woman. she wasn't the woman then. ]

That remains to be seen.

[desecrated]

[A sniff and he picks a lint ball off his robe.]

You know you wouldn't.

[He hated it, that's why he started talking all that shit hoping the man would get mad and leave, or maybe testing how far he'd take it before he intervened. He thought he was there, wasn't sure at first.]

whooosh headcanon

[herrin]

I most certainly would.

[ in fact, in all likelihood she would refuse to see them or purposefully direct them to another address. as it so happens: ]

My father is dead. My mother and I no longer speak; she was never much of a mother, growing up. If she came by, it would be to ask for money.

annnddd maybe late mild spoiler warning?

[desecrated]

[eyeroll]

At least you'd bother patching me up, instead of letting your assistant do it.

[What does he care about parents? His parents didn't really know. He said they did, of course, but - they didn't. And yes, he's still a bit sore over what his brother did.]

yes UH SPOILERS belatedly

[herrin]

[ she shrugs. ]

You really want Mycroft Holmes with a razor to your neck?

[ or her, for that matter. ]

[desecrated]

[he grimaces at the idea.]

I could have done that myself, if I wanted to do so.
There was no need for pampering by way of ... necessity.

[His lip curls in scorn. Why is he telling her this. Maybe he's just going mad and talking to himself again. ]

[herrin]

Oh, please. You enjoyed it.

[ because, people tell her things. it's part of her job, to know. ]

[desecrated]

[another glare.]

He enjoyed it more than I did. I don't see how that's relevant.

[herrin]

You know, it's not a crime to enjoy something.

[desecrated]

[scowl]

I suppose not but - a sweaty Serbian whose stench is reminiscent of fish is not my particular idea of a pleasant evening I wish to repeat.

[ it's biting, particularly so. ]

[herrin]

We could always have dinner instead.

[ she can't resist the dig. ]

[desecrated]

The last time we tried to have dinner I was nearly shot. This time I'll pick where we have dinner.

[No, he won't let you forget that, Irene.]

[herrin]

That was hardly my fault.

But, if you like.