"Aren't you supposed to be in your office? I mean, not that I want you to leave." she added immediately.
He pondered her question. Of course there was work to be done, there always is. But at the moment, for the first time, it seemed that there's something more important.
"They'll manage without me."
She nodded.
"Well, now I'm bored."
"And what am I supposed to do?"
"Tell me something."
"What should I tell you?"
She thought for a second.
"Were Sherlock and John a couple all along? Or did they become one at some point?"
The man laughed. She was the caring one, not him.
It made him consider what he once said to Sherlock, when they were both lonely – caring is not an advantage. Perhaps it actually was, at some points.
Did he just admit he's lonely?
"At first, they were only good friends. Best friends, to be correct. It's not easy to fall in love with a man like my brother, but apparently it's not completely impossible. They were friends, and in fact, John was going out on dates very often, every time with a different woman. He never dated one woman for a long while. And then Sherlock died, and he was left alone. I think it was then when he realized that he had loved him. So when Sherlock was back, it didn't take them long to become official."
"What – died? He isn't dead."
Mycroft sighed. He forgot that she doesn't know the story.
"For a long while, Moriarty threatened Sherlock, and slowly destroyed his reputation and his life. I must admit that it was my fault. Anyway, he gave Sherlock two choices before he – clearly didn't – kill himself. Sherlock could either leave' and let John and his other, and almost only, two other friends, or he could kill himself and save them. He chose the second option. He faked his own death so he could save his friends and destroy – unsuccessfully, as it seems – Moriarty's web. After two years, he came back, and let everyone else to know he's alive."
Emma was startled, and Mycroft laughed.
"This is definitely my most interesting visit to England."
Mycroft's phone rang. He meant to ignore it, but as he saw his brother's name on the screen he answered.
"Hello, brother."
"How is she?" the doctor asked. Or course he used Sherlock's phone.
"Better."
"Did she eat anything yet?"
"Not yet."
"Give her some food, then. Starving to death isn't any better than dying from a gunshot." Sherlock interrupted.
"I will. Thank you for your consideration." Mycroft said sarcastically, only he actually meant it.
He hanged up.
"Domineering brother?" she asked.
"Domineering couple. Hungry?"
"Starving."
"I'll order something over."