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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[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?]