Holmes paces the floor of 221B Baker Street. Watson gets nervous just watching him. "Holmes, for pity's sake, you are making me nervous! Mycroft is going to react how he's going to react. You can't predict what he's going to say. Just leave it."
"I can't just leave it. His reaction could land the two of us in prison. Why did I ever decide to tell him? This is an utter disaster. Tell me what to say. John help!" Holmes says sinking onto the sofa.
"I can't tell you what to say to your brother, but I can be here to support you and fill in the gaps in your stories. Just be strong, Sherlock." John Watson says gently. When he's mad at Sherlock Holmes he calls him by his last name and when they have close moments and emotional moments he calls him by his first name. It's taken a long time for Sherlock to get this close to John.
Sherlock gets up and walks to the window and looks down on the street below. "He's here. I'm surprised he came from the Diogenes Club."
John walks over to him and puts his hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "Just stay calm no matter what his reaction is."
Sherlock takes a deep breath as their housekeeper, Mrs Hudson, comes to knock on the door. "Excuse me gentlemen, Mr Mycroft Holmes has arrived."
"Send him in, Mrs Hudson. If you could bring us a tea tray that would be lovely." Sherlock says trying to be polite to his long suffering, supportive housekeeper.
"I'll be right back up with that." Mrs Hudson says as Mycroft walks into the room. She winks at the two gentlemen that she's learned to love like sons. She wants Mycroft to support his younger brother.