"Just sick and tired of all of Sherlock's 'high and mighty crap'. "Figured as much, to be honest," Mycroft shrugged. "Is he still calling me a freak?" Mycroft asked, while heading to the kitchen. "Well, Sherlock has good timing, then," John chuckled. That's actually why I'm not in the office today." "I know the feeling," Mycroft chuckled, closing the door. "No, I just want somewhere.non-judgmental to breathe." John sighed and walked in, shaking his head. Mycroft was surprised to see John on the other side of his door the same afternoon they were texting, but considering John was ranting about Sherlock being rude again, not overly so. "You know I don't concern myself with trivia." "He makes sure you're still alive! I've said often enough that we text each other in the early hours of the morning about how you're doing. Which, may I remind you, you contributed to! What does he do every morning when he first gets up?" He's been twice, both times to refill prescriptions and make sure that he wasn't engaging in risky behaviors. "Has he been to a doctor in the last 2 months?" "Sherlock, you don't know anything about your own brother." John put down his phone. "Okay, maybe a little, but not to that extreme!" "And, if somehow the universe is aligned in just the right position, you'll realize what a terrible person you've been and apologize to your brother." "Well, if I'm very lucky, you'll stop acting like Westboro Baptist Church in America," John retorted. So you're ordering me around now? What good will that do?" I'm glad he's not dead, but he's.freakish." "Because your brother has a shred of decency in him, has more patience than you ever will, and, on top of all that, is still more mature than you are when he's in his little headspace." "I'm nothing like my brother!" Sherlock snapped. "You're more like a kid than your brother," John sighed, going back to his phone. Am I supposed to do something for you to fix that?" he scoffed. John had apologized stiffly for his outburst at Mycroft's house some time ago, but he and Sherlock were still on thin ice, and "Bored!" he shouted, because John wasn't picking up on any of his hints. Sherlock hummed as he looked at his computer, then up at John, who was quite clearly texting his brother on his phone.
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