Sherlock hums like he's trying to decide whether or not that's acceptable. It is, he supposes, but that doesn't stop him wanting to keep John to himself the entire break. The entire bloody school year, if he had his way. Maybe longer than that. It's hard to say, standing here and now.
"I'll write Mummy, then," he says, as though that's decided it. "She'll want to fuss over the preparations."
At that he pauses, thoughtful. "Will have to remind her not to tell Mycroft. Suppose he'll work it out anyway."
Which is worthy of a scowl. He remembers when Mycroft found out about Victor, and that... well, he'd been right about that, but Sherlock does wonder how much the ridiculous threatening might have done to end that particular acquaintance. Good riddance, but John he means to keep, John is better in every way, and Mycroft won't ruin it, he shan't allow it.
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"I'll write Mummy, then," he says, as though that's decided it. "She'll want to fuss over the preparations."
At that he pauses, thoughtful. "Will have to remind her not to tell Mycroft. Suppose he'll work it out anyway."
Which is worthy of a scowl. He remembers when Mycroft found out about Victor, and that... well, he'd been right about that, but Sherlock does wonder how much the ridiculous threatening might have done to end that particular acquaintance. Good riddance, but John he means to keep, John is better in every way, and Mycroft won't ruin it, he shan't allow it.