The room goes quiet and for the first time all day John can feel the tension leave Sherlock's body. The three men sitting in the front room finally relax and the room stays quiet. John picks up his book from the side table and starts to read. Sherlock stands up and goes over to the mantelpiece and picks up his pipe and fills his pipe with his tobacco blend he likes. He lights the tobacco and takes a long drag on his pipe. The grey-blue smoke engulfs his head as he breathes out. Watson lights a cigarette and breathes in the smoke. The fear that was present in the room when Mycroft walked in has disappeared. Mycroft leans back in his chair and lights his cigar.
Mrs Hudson comes back into the room to collect the tea tray and make sure that everything is okay. She is making sure that things in the room haven't exploded when the news was broken to Mycroft. "Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?" she asks quietly interrupting the quiet time of the men.
"I don't think so, Mrs Hudson. We're fine in here I think. Thank you for checking on us." John says being polite to his housekeeper who is great with the two unruly gentlemen.
Mrs Hudson exits the room with a smile on her face. At least the two brothers are still talking to each other. They don't normally talk for this long, though. She doesn't like them smoking this much in the house, but she knows that they relieve tension by smoking.
Sherlock comes back to sit next to John. He didn't sleep well last night worrying about his older brother's reaction. He finishes his pipe, puts his pipe on the coffee table, and sits quietly for a while. He begins to fall asleep in the silence of the room. His eyes begin to close and he leans his head on the back of the sofa. Mycroft smiles at his little brother. John reaches over and pulls Sherlock closer to him and allows Sherlock to lean his head on his shoulders. Sherlock swings his feet up onto the sofa as he falls asleep.