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ihnasarima: Mycroft, John, and the headache that won't go away.
"Mycroft, why are you here and before you go off on a tangent about looking after the well-being of little brothers, may I remind you that I am still an excellent marksman despite this bloody damn headache," John said, while he was laying on the couch, eyes closed with a might grimace on his face.
"John," Mycroft said gently, "Sherlock sent me here to help you with your headache; in fact, he said something about bringing my personal masseuse with me to help ease your pain."
"You have a personal masseur, of course you do, whatever am I thinking," John muttered as he slowly sat up.
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