He got up and went to leave the room " Are you coming? " He asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm coming, Mish." Sherlock smiled back as he got up and followed him into the living room.

John looked seeing the two of them coming down " You alright Hamish?" John asked seeing him walk through " Yeah I'm good " He smiled sitting himself on the sofa. Sherlock smiled slightly at John before setting himself down on the sofa next to Hamish, once again wrapping his arm around him.

" Oh I have some things to show you! " Hamish said all of a sudden quickly getting up as he dashed back to his room

" Well? " John asked when Hamish had left the room.

Sherlock watched him go up the stairs before sighing and looking to John. "He promised me that he would start gradually trying to eat more, at least."

" Really?" John asked quite surprised " I suppose there's one thing saying it and then there's doing it, how did you get him to say that anyway?" He asked knowing how impossible he had found it.

"Told him the truth. That I've been through it too." Sherlock told John.

" Yeah I suppose you did in some sense. Did he take the pills ?" He asked.

Sherlock shook his head. "I'll get him there. It just needs time" he looked to John, "what are they for, really? John, I can tell they aren't vitamins and they don't look like anything Mycroft ever tried to put me on."

" Since he doesn't eat, he got given those from the hospital the 2nd time that he collapsed. They're to help with his weight, stop his muscles and bones decaying as quickly, as it's happening quite quickly. It's a whole mixture of stuff. He's been refusing to take them, that's a main factor as to why he collapsed just recently and as to why he was put on a drip since he wasn't taking them. I've tried everything we even have those shakes that are the equivalent to a meal, but he won't have anything."

Sherlock nodded his head and put his head back down, looking at the floor. "I'm so sorry."

" It doesn't matter you're here now, but you've got to get him eating again or taking the pills at least. It happened because of you, it's your turn to to try " John told him " Here it is!" Hamish said as he came bounding in the room with a sketchbook " This is what I wanted to show you " he said happily.

Sherlock nodded to John as he took the offered sketch book. He began to look through it "Oh, wow. Hamish, these are amazing. You've done all of these? When did you start doing this?" He asked.

" Just before you left. I was going to show you them that night, but well you never came home..." He said realizing as he looked to the floor.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock said wrapping an arm around Hamish as he continued to look at the sketches. "These are amazing, Mish."

" No! You can't see those ones! " he said glancing up at his Dad snatching the sketchbook back off his Dad.

"Alright." Sherlock sighed a bit confused as to why he couldn't see them.

He grasped the sketchbook close to his chest as he looked at the book " you just can't " he mumbled.

He sat down next to his dad putting his sketchbook next to him " I'm going to make us some lunch anyway " John said getting up ah he walked to the kitchen. " Hamish are you going to have anything?" John asked, Hamish looked up at his Dad as if not knowing what what to say.

"Just a bit of one of those shakes that Father was telling me about? Just a small bit?" He asked and suggested to looking down to Hamish.

" O-okay " he stuttered nodding slightly.

" Okay then " John smiled as he got to work on making the sandwiches and shake.

Sherlock gave Hamish a proud smile and pulled him to his side into a tight hug as he noticed a woman's jacket by the door. He smiled as he was brought into a hug " it's ready " John called to the pair of them as he set it on the table 10 minutes later.

"Come on, let's go eat a bit of something, okay?" Sherlock said to Hamish standing up and heading towards the kitchen, really wondering about the jacket he spotted.

Hamish slowly got up from the sofa reluctantly as he plodded to the kitchen " Alright Sherlock?" John asked noticing his attention was else where.

Sherlock took a seat at the table, shaking his head to clear his thoughts a bit. "Uhm...yeah...Yeah...I'm fine." He offered an unconvincing smile.

John furrowed his eyebrows " you don't sound do sure " He said sitting down.

"How's Mary?" Sherlock asked John and Hamish, suddenly. He did know about her, to say he didn't would be a lie. He just didn't expect to find her things in their flat.

" She's good " John answered as he began to eat his sandwich " what is it that she's left? " he asked knowing there must be something.

"Jacket." Sherlock says also taking a bit of his sandwich. It hurts him to know that John was with someone else while he was away, that he still is with someone else, but he also knows that John thought him dead for three years. He looks to Hamish, "How do you like Mary, Hamish?" He pushes the shake a bit closer to him, not in a forceful way but just as an idea for him.

" She's nice " he said simply looking at the shake as he decided whether or not to attempt it as his Dad pushed it closer.

" oh she must of left it last time she was here, she was in quite a rush " John said.

"Just a bit of it." Sherlock tried to reason with him, reading Hamish's face. Before nodding at their words about Mary and putting his head down a bit to focus on his food and shift his eyes to watch Hamish.

He reached out slowly to hold the shake bringing it slightly closer to him looking to his Dad once as he stared at the drink in front of him. Sherlock glances at him before taking a couple more bites of his food. He doesn't know what to say right now really, especially not after talking about Mary and her...leaving in a rush the other day as John said.

" You know she was only here to help me with things Sherlock, she stayed over a lot that's some of her stuff has been left around " John said to him noticing his reaction. Hamish pushed the drink away from him " Don't want it " he said getting up walking away.

"You really don't have to explain your girlfriend, John. Really. It's okay." Sherlock told him as he sighed watching Hamish walk out of the room.

" Oh really? Well it seems quite like i do " John said " there goes another meal " he said as he noticed Hamish leaving the table. His shake untouched.

"You don't." Sherlock told him before getting up and going after Hamish, taking the shake with him.

John didn't say anything else he just sat there as he finished his sandwich and drink. Hamish had gone back to his bedroom as he sat on his bed drawing.