6. Running away
"Have you ever thought about running away?"
"What do you mean?" Mycroft murmured raising an eyebrow, though he knew other man couldn't see it anyway.
They had already been in the bed, cuddled up to each other, lights switched off. Sometimes they kept just laying like that before going to sleep. Talking in whisper voices about the weather, what happened during the day, their plans for tomorrow - not really important stuff, or just remaining silence. They found it quite relaxing.
Lestrade moved himself, to rest his hands on Mycroft's chest and place his chin on top of them.
"You know, just sometimes when I need to deal with an another bloody crime scene or child homicide… or simply ton of paperwork, I'd like to get away and hide in a nice place, somewhere far away. To not have to care about it. To have a rest. And sometimes when I look at you, just off the job and coming home, exhausted-"
"Gregory, if your goal is to convince me you- we need a vacation, and you want to go somewhere abroad, then I should inform you, all you have to do is jut ask."
Greg chuckled and shook his head.
"No Myc, I meant… sometimes it all… it sucks life out of me. I want to just leave everything. And you're coming back after ruling the world…"
"Gregory…"
"Okay, okay." Lestrade laughed. "Just the United Kingdom." Mycroft only rolled his eyes in answer. "And you look like you're feeling pretty much the same."
"But could you leave everything behind?"
Greg blinked at this sudden question and after a moment shook his head, thinking about the answer.
"No, of course not. I love my life. It just happens to be quite tiring. And would you give up the power… Oi!" He pouted as Holmes shifted dropping his head from the chest.
"Me neither" Mycroft answered after a while and rested his hand on silver haired man's hip. "And there is no time for running away, love."
"No time for running away?"
"No sense as well. Everything always will get you in the end. Problems to be solved will multiply and then you'll find yourself unable to make up for it. You'll drown in it knowing it was you who leaded to it."
"You know what? It's like a listening to a scarier version of fairy tale…" Greg laughed, yawning.
"Well, you where the one who asked, so-"
"I got it, I got it!" Lestrade assured with a lopsided smile. "To memorize – not ask Mycroft Holmes about existential problems ever again."
"What answer did you expect then?"
"You know what? Let's just pretend all this talking was about a vacation. I wouldn't mind it, to be honest…"
The government's official raised his eyebrow but said nothing.
"I've always wanted to see more of France, for example… " Greg yawned once again.
"Enough with running, speaking and France, we're going to sleep."
Lestrade chuckled and moved closer to his lover. "Good to know you're not going anywhere." He murmured closing his eyes.