Mycroft sat alone in his office, as usual. There was a lot of work to be done, and he was happy that for once there was nothing to distract him from it.

So that was obviously the exact moment when his phone rang.

As he saw his brother's name on the screen, he rolled his eyes, but answered anyway.

"Hello, brother dear." his brother's voice said with a smile.

"What is it, Sherlock?" he was in no mood for a small chat.

"John and I wanted to invite you over to our flat for dinner."

"Yes, and Sherlock is cooking." John interrupted on the other side.

"What? I'm not cooking!" Sherlock laughed, and John joined his laughter.

Ever since they became a couple, they were almost completely inseparable. They were always together, as if they're happily stuck to each other. It made Mycroft very uncomfortable sometimes, but if it meant his brother was happy, he let them continue acting that way.

He cleared his throat loudly to remind them he's still there.

"Sorry about that, John is a bit delusional –"

"I'm not delusional!"

"Yes, you are! Anyway, come over at seven, alright?"

Mycroft sighed desperately. He'd rather stay in his office and work, but of course he'll come. The only positive thing about his brother's new love life (one of the positive things) was that John encouraged him to be nice to him. Because as hard as he tried to be estranged to his brother, in order to not be distracted from his work, he did care about him. Of course he did. He's the only one he's got.

"Yes, Sherlock, I'll come."

"We'll see you then." he always referred to himself as 'we'.

"You will."

Mycroft hanged up.