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Molly couldn't shake the feeling that Mycroft knew she was hiding Sherlock. Mycroft was just so smart—smarter than Sherlock if she was honest, because he didn't require things to be clever—and she didn't see how she'd ever be able to hide Sherlock from him. But her boyfriend never said a word about it, never asked. It was why she became increasingly sure that Mycroft had figured her and Sherlock out, because John always asked if perhaps Sherlock wasn't dead where could he be?
Mycroft, Sherlock's own brother, expressed no such curiosity. Instead, he carried on in their relationship was he always had. It made Molly happy that despite everything that had changed in her life since Sherlock had holed up in her flat, Mycroft was still himself.
He was twelve years older than her, but it showed in only a few ways. He had an easy familiarity with how to please a woman, he could do his own laundry with practiced efficiency, his cooking was more than adequate, and he was losing his hair. He was also had just a thread of clinginess in him. She'd asked him not to constantly stalk her, to which he had smiled without saying anything. When she visited his home, a house very much like the house Mrs. Hudson had divided into flats, he was always present in the same rooms she frequented.
The books he had were generic—classic books arranged alphabetically by author, no popular titles of recent decades—but Molly read them anyway. Mycroft would sit next to her, on his phone speaking in clipped tones to whoever it was that needed his ire that particular day, with one of his hands holding hers. Molly had gotten quite good at turning pages one handed.
She took these days, sitting in his study while he ran the country—if not the world—from his phone, as her days of rest from Sherlock. She might have broken, when he was between phone calls, and told him everything if not for the affectionate smiles he would sometimes bestow her. Mycroft knew, she was fairly sure, so there was no reason to bring it up with him. It was safer for Sherlock anyway, she reasoned.
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