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]

[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?]