homeless.

[abovedramatics]

My dear, this constant search for my "new" home must be tedious for you. I admire your tenacity, but unfortunately, you aren't making any progress. Do not deny it. I can see the frustration in your face.

If it's any consolation, I don't mind being homeless for a bit longer (though only a bit mind you). I'd rather you'd find a good home than a terrible one. Preferably one where I can keep my wits and not embarrass myself in any way. I know you would find that rather amusing, but at least let me keep my dignity for God's sake.

Tomorrow, promise me you'll go outside and see the sun. If you stay indoors for much longer, you'll turn into my little brother. One Sherlock is enough, thank you.

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[And the bickering over dignity is quickly forgotten in lieu of talking about a mystery.]

The planet is completely devoid of life. However, there is evidence left behind from those that used to live there. A group calling themselves "The Management" is bringing people to this planet to try to repopulate it.

[Sherlock's not interested in that part, he wants to figure out what happened.]

[abovedramatics]

Repopulating a planet? Sounds interesting. Though, I'm not quite sure having you and I pass on our genes is a good idea.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock looks slightly confused.]

Who said anything about passing on our genes? There are ways to repopulate areas without sex, Mycroft.

[abovedramatics]

Don't you think I know that? I was only joking. [He sighs.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He hums.]

Indeed.

[He doesn't believe Mycroft.]

There's this bit about a soul that I don't understand, but since people tell me I don't have a heart, I presume I'll never understand it.

[Yes, this is a slight test of Mycroft, just because he can.]

[abovedramatics]

You do possess a heart and a soul, Sherlock. The only reason people believe you don't possess either is because that's how you want them to see you.

I'm not wrong about this. I have one very important piece of evidence to substantiate my claim: you dear Watson.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock shifts slightly at Mycroft's reply. But to cover it up, he stands straighter and brings his hands behind his back.]

He did something stupid to try to save my life....

[Which is about as close as he'll come to admitting anything.]

In the end, heart and soul are about attachments. Attachments are very dangerous things.

[Which is Sherlock's own twist on Zen.]

[abovedramatics]

They can be. [Depends upon the person really.] Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

As I taught Ms. Adler...

[Mycroft, why are you telling him something which he so enjoys schooling others?]

[abovedramatics]

Indeed. A cruel but necessary gesture. I almost felt sorry for her.

Almost.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I need to work on my delivery, then.

[abovedramatics]

Yes, your acting skills leaves something to be desired.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Says the man who said "It would take Sherlock Holmes to fool me."]

I had Ms. Adler fooled....

[abovedramatics]

Fooled? I think she genuinely loved you. Too bad you don't feel the same.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He raises an eyebrow at that.]

'Too bad?' I thought I saved queen and country. Isn't that what you wanted?

[Mycroft, give up trying to figure out Sherlock's heart.]

[abovedramatics]

Yes, of course. Ms Adler's feelings for you were not important. [He decides to drop the subject altogether.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock sighs.]

As I said to her: the game became to complex. She became personally invested. Sentimental. Ultimately, it was still just a game.

[abovedramatics]

Everything is a game or puzzle to you. [Mycroft is enjoying this a little too much.] 'Give him a puzzle and watch him dance.'

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

As long as I solve it... it doesn't matter.

[abovedramatics]

Yes, I suppose so. The result is always paramount.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

The game can never be too complex for me. I always sort it eventually.

[Weighted glance.]

Not so sure about you...

[Because why else would Mycroft always come to his brother?]