Help
"I need your help." He'd never said that, not ever. Not to anyone. Not to his brother, not to their mother, not to their father, not to tutors, not to assistants, not to contacts. Such an admission had never come from his lips nor his typing fingers. It required a herculean effort to overcome his pride and resentment, when it was easier to let the barrier between them remain than to be the one to loosen its foundations. Who had laid the foundations? Who had built the barrier? By now it was impossible to remember.
"Sherlock, I need your help."