"Can I come in?" Sherlock asked knocking on the door frame to Hamish's room.
"If you really want " he answered as he continued to draw in his sketchbook not changing his position.
Sherlock nodded and went and sat down on Hamish's bed. "Tell me something. How serious were..or are... your father and Mary." Sherlock asked him as he put the shake down on his bedside table."
Hamish looked up at his Dad " Are you jealous of Mary Dad?" He laughed a little " I thought it didn't matter to you? They aren't serious anyway she's just a friend if you must know, she helped him with some things while you were gone. Father said he could never love anyone else apart from you."
"Oh. Well. It doesn't matter, I just was wondering." Sherlock replied back to his son.
" They're not fucking each other if that's what you were trying to ask " he laughed as he got back to his drawing.
"Language, young man." Sherlock reprimanded Hamish but felt a bit of relief at this bit of news.
Hamish didn't reply he had that smile on his face quite amused by the fact his dad really thought his father was with a woman, Mary of all people.
"Don't give me that look...I can't help it." Sherlock said to him seeing the look he was getting from Hamish.
" Neither can I" He said looking up with that smile. Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Is that all you came in for ?" Hamish asked.
"No. But I'm not going to say anything..." Sherlock said raising an eyebrow to him.
Hamish looked up at him thinking of what he meant " what do you think?" He asked showing what he had been drawing.
"You're brilliant at that, Mish." Sherlock told him before looking to his bedside table at the shake.
" Thanks " He smiled as he turned over onto the next page, knowing exactly where his dad was looking, but trying to ignore it as he started a new drawing.
"The only way I can keep you from having to take those tablets is if you have just a bit of a shake or food, Mish." Sherlock told him.
He paused in his drawing looking to the shake on the table he put his pencils down as he grabbed it holding it in both hands. " Just a little bit Mish " Sherlock encouraged.
He put the shake close to his mouth about to drink it " I can't " he refused as he put it back on the table. " I can't dad " he said backing up the bed leaning against the bed board pulling his legs close to his chest.
Sherlock sighed and nodded. "Come here." He opened his arms wanting to just comfort his son for now. Hamish quickly moved in holding onto his Dad grasping him, Sherlock holding him just a bit tighter. " It's alright Mish " Sherlock assured stroking his hair.
" I just can't do it, I try but I can't " He said as he kept close to his dad. Sherlock nodded as he continued to hold his son close.
" Is Father going to be annoyed?" Hamish asked quite timidly.
" I'm afraid so yes" Sherlock replied.
Hamish buried his head into his dads chest as he looked down " Ca- can't use just lie and say I had some?" He asked.
"He's a doctor, Hamish, he's not stupid when it comes to these types of things. He'll know." Sherlock shook his head.
"I suppose " He sighed as fiddled with his jumper cuff " couldn't you just try though? " he asked " I- I'll have some next time I promise" he mumbled out.
" Why are you so desperate for him not to know Mish?" Sherlock asked.
" Well because he'll be angry and annoyed at me again... I-I don't like it " He said quite awkwardly.
" It's because he loves you Mish, he just wants to see you better. He only gets annoyed because you don't try."
" But I do! " Hamish quickly replied looking up at his Dad.
" Do you really though Mish? " Sherlock asked not quite believing him. Hamish sighed looking back down. " Are you you going to try and have some ?" Sherlock asked/ Hamish shook his head not looking his dad. " I can't lie for you Hamish, not to your Father. You'll just be in more trouble for getting me to lie for you. " Hamish didn't respond.
" Sherlock " John called from the living room. Sherlock looked to the door " Listen I got to see your Father, i'll be back in a bit okay?" Hamish still answer he went and shuffled back up the bed as Sherlock got up to leave the room.
" Yes John? " Sherlock said walking back to the living room " Oh... " He said seeing his brother sat down. " Hello Mycroft " Sherlock said walking to the other side of the room.
" I see you've got yourself settled back in then " Mycroft replied seeing Sherlock's coat and scarf thrown lazily over the sofa.
" Why are you here?" Sherlock asked
" Well you know I'd thought I'd just pop round see how things are going. How's Hamish? " He asked.
" Fine " He replied bluntly.
Mycroft rolled his eyes " I know about it all Sherlock the refusal to eat and everything, some of us do know what has been going on the past three years you know. " Sherlock looked to John then at Mycroft.
" He's fine " Sherlock repeated again.
" Well here you are John " Mycroft said handing him a bag.
" What's that? " Sherlock asked suspiciously.
" Hamish's medication " John replied looking inside the bag taking it to the kitchen.
" You get those from him?" Sherlock said quite disbelievingly and a little shocked.
" He drops them off when I need, so does Mary. I'm unable to leave to flat these days, I have to stay with Hamish. It's not like he'll come anywhere with me voluntarily." Sherlock looked at Mycroft skeptically.
" Yeah well you don't need to anymore I'm here " He said quickly.
" Well I guess I'll leave you two to have your little domestic, I'm off to say hello to Hamish " He said getting up John and Sherlock still talking. " Hamish? " Mycroft said stood at the doorway.
" Hey Uncle Mycroft " Hamish said glancing up, he had been drawing again.
" You alright? " He asked, of course it was a stupid question but he always asked it.
" Yeah. I'm fine " He sighed. Mycroft smiled weakly, as he walked over ruffling Hamish's hair.
" What are you doing?" Sherlock asked seeing Mycroft with Hamish.
" Just saying hello to my Nephew, is that such a problem?" Mycroft said. Sherlock didn't reply to him taking the untouched shake from his bedside table and taking it back into the kitchen.