Mycroft was too out of it to notice as they entered the Limo, but as they arrive at his and Greg's home, he notices the light in the sky. It's about midday. For a moment Mycroft's mind flutters to where they will be two days from now, as he stands there waiting for Greg to let them into their home. A touch on his arm brings him back to reality, and silently he follows his lover inside.
Neither of them talks, Greg doesn't know what to say and Mycroft's just tired of talking, tired of it all. He heads straight to bed, to their room for the first time, while Greg puts the kettle on a brings them both a cup, silently wondering if this time the tea will actually be drunk.
When he gets on to the bed, sitting next to Mycroft who is just sat on top of the blankets, he holds in his desire to point out that this is the first time the two of them have been in this room since that night.
The two of them sit wordlessly for a moment holding their drinks. What was supposed to happen now? Two days, 48 hours, there was nothing to be done but sit here and wait till then. And then? And then it would happen, and be over. Then what? What now?
Mycroft and Greg are somehow sharing the same thoughts, and this train is only broken when Mycroft begins to shiver. The room isn't cold, but Mycroft is freezing.
"I erm, I'm going to shower," Greg says absentmindedly as he picks up his phone. "It's 9 O'clock already. We missed tea." How did that happen? Greg wonders for a fleeting moment. "Are you hungry? I can make something quick? Or we can order in?"
Mycroft's replies not in words, but simply places his still full mug on the bedside table, lie on his side an curl himself into a tight ball.
Greg sighs quietly and heads to the bathroom, placing his equally full mug on his bedside table as he goes.
Waking sometime later, from something akin to sleep. Mycroft roles over and is surprised not to find Greg lying beside him. It takes a moment for his hearing to focus completely, but then he can hear the shower water running.
Looking at the time, he sees it almost 1 am, surely Greg should have showered by now. Mycroft goes to investigate.
Walking into the bathroom, he is instantly hit by steam, the heat following quickly behind that.
"Greg?" he questions lightly, moving into the large smoke-filled bathroom.
"My" and then a sob.
Mycroft heads to the shower, opening the shower door a little too quickly. He sees Greg curled into the corner of the shower cubical naked, trembling slightly.
"Honey," Mycroft says as he turns the water off. "How long have you been here?", he says grabbing a robe and wrapping it around Greg. When he doesn't get an answer he continues, "Come on love lets get you to bed."
It isn't till about an hour later when they're both lying in bed and Greg thinks Mycroft is asleep that he speaks, so quietly its almost a whisper. "I'm sorry I let you down, My. I promise Ill be stronger tomorrow."
"Oh, Gregory," Mycroft replies rolling over to face his husband. Placing his arm around him holding him as tight to himself as he possibly can, and kissing his tear-stained face. "You be strong for me, and I'll be strong for you, that's how… that's how this is going to work. Okay?"
"Yeah." Greg can only sigh in response, almost like he's letting a breath out. They are both now crying slightly. "Okay, Mycroft."
Their foreheads touch, as the two focus only on there breathing. Eventually falling into a dreamless sleep. The closest to peaceful the two have had since this ordeal began.