Greg knocked on Mycroft's hospital room door, feeling an odd mixture of relief at being asked to come back and nervousness at the prospect of facing the old pre-boyfriend version of the government official again. Still, when Mycroft called for him to enter, the DI felt himself grinning. "Hello, Mycroft," he said as he opened the door and stepped through. "I brought you a suit." He hefted the travel bag in one hand before crossing to place it on the empty bed, Mycroft standing beside it.
"Thank you, Gregory." The government official dropped his hand from his jawline where he had been feeling the smooth planes of his own freshly shaved face. "It feels good to be allowed out of that miserable bed. I was even permitted a shower. Once I get dressed, it is entirely possible that I'll feel human again." Unzipping the bag, Mycroft smiled. It seemed Greg knew his tastes in suits quite well.
"I thought about bringing one of your more casual outfits, just to see your reaction, but decided against it. I almost regret it. You do look nice in those jeans of yours and when you put them with that pale green shirt..." Greg shook his head regretfully, clearly enjoying the mental image he had conjured up for himself.
Mycroft looked almost scandalised. "I don't wear jeans!"
"Well, you didn't when we first met either. It took me months to convince you to try them and months after that to convince you how delectable you look in them." Greg shot the government official a smile. "Actually, I rather enjoyed the convincing. I hope I get to do it again in the not too distant future."
"Gregory... I..." Mycroft blushed, not knowing how to respond. "You haven't talked like this before."
"And look where it got me," the DI said, spreading his hands wide. "I've been tiptoeing around you, scared I'd say the wrong thing, so of course I did and you asked me to leave. If I'm going to do or say the wrong thing, well, I'd rather be damned for being myself than for hiding who I really am from you. Still, as far as you recall, I've never seen you naked, so I'll wait outside whilst you get dressed." Greg gave Mycroft a wink and, before the government official had time to think, stepped out of the room.
For a moment, Mycroft stood there, stunned. So much had just happened in a handful of minutes. The most shocking of which was had been Gregory describing him as 'delectable'. Was it really possible that the DI saw him that way? He had always thought of himself as too tall, overweight and he hated his too large nose. Surely Gregory had been teasing, but no. Mycroft was sure his words had been sincere. How... extraordinary.
Of course, the DI was himself, quite handsome. Mycroft would have had to be blind not to have noticed. He removed his pyjamas as he thought about Greg's lovely silver hair and dark brown eyes. A person could get lost in those eyes. The government official gave himself a shake and pulled on his trousers. He had to forcibly get himself back on task five times before he managed to get dressed. Each time, he found his mind had drifted to thoughts of Gregory. He had never been so fascinated by anyone in his life. Mycroft laughed ruefully. Actually, he had, he just couldn't remember it, and it had been this same Gregory Lestrade.
Mycroft opened the hospital room door. "I've already signed the papers so I can leave any time. Get me out of here, Gregory. Take me home." Take me home and let me get to know you, he added mentally as he smiled at the DI. He had to trust that he had known what he was doing when he entered into a relationship with Greg. At the very least, he was determined to find out.