In a deep and dark December
What Sherlock hated most about Mycroft "helping" him with his perfectly manageable cocaine habit was the appearance of vulnerability. He didn't have a problem, and he didn't need help, and he hated his older brother thinking he did. That, of course, was why Mycroft had kidnapped him anonymously during the Christmas holiday and never made any reference to it, and that almost made it even worse. It was humiliating to realize how much Mycroft understood him. Mycroft knew how to "manage" him. Well, he wasn't going to be managed. Not by Mycroft or by anyone. He'd leave the country first.
