"Is he okay?" Mycroft whispers. He still worries greatly about his brother.
"He didn't sleep very well or for very long last night. There's a part of him that still desperately wants to please you. He didn't want to disappoint you." John whispers as Sherlock shifts in his sleep.
"I don't understand him. He seems so strong and then he has moments like this when he's vulnerable and sweet and he's a totally different person. He was a sensitive child, but he changed when mother died. He was never really the same after that. He was closer to mother than I was; her death hit him hard." Mycroft says watching his little brother sleep on his lover's shoulder.
"He is strong, but with his strength he also has a side that is sensitive and vulnerable. He just doesn't show that in his work that often, unless he's talking to a lady. I didn't realize that Sherlock was that close to his mother. He so rarely talks about his family." John says as Sherlock drops his arm across John's waist. John smiles down on his lover.
"He doesn't talk about his family that often because of mother. We never talked about mother after she died and Sherlock felt like we had abandoned him and so he abandoned us. He didn't want to talk to his family or see us. He buried himself in his work and I buried myself at Diogenes when father died. Sherlock and I are really more similar than either of us will ever admit. Mycroft smiles slyly.
"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your mother?" John asks as he shifts in his seat slightly.
"She developed scarlet fever when Sherlock was 17. There was nothing the doctors could do to save her. I'm surprised Sherlock survived. He stayed with mother then entire time and he never came down with scarlet fever. Father felt like it was a miracle we didn't lose him as well." Mycroft says quietly telling John his mother's story.
"He never said a word. He never mentioned his father and if he ever did mention his mother he wouldn't discuss her further if I asked about her. Now I know why. He's been guilty about his mother's death of twenty-five years. That's too much guilt for one person to cope with." John says sympathetically.
"He never really got over mother's death and I don't blame him. He and father never really got along and father didn't know how to help him when mother died. Sherlock left home because he and father didn't see eye to eye on anything. I worried about him when he left home, but he wouldn't see me. He didn't see me for five years. He finally came to see me when he found out father had died. We hardly ever express our emotions outwardly, but that day we wept together. We became brothers again that day as we sorted through father's possessions." Mycroft says as he reminisces over his younger years.
"He can be very emotional when he chooses. I've seen all his emotions recently and trust me when I say that some of the emotions I've seen are ones I never thought I'd see from him. Some of the emotions I've seen I didn't even think he was capable of. I've enjoyed every moment of getting to know Sherlock. It's taken a long time to get to know him though. He's stubborn." John says as he puts his teacup down.
"He doesn't let people into his life easily. I was surprised when he let you into his work life so easily. He doesn't give up personal information easily either. Typically he likes to live alone, but he loved this flat and he decided to advertise for a roommate. I'm just thrilled that he admitted he needed some human contact." Mycroft says explaining the initial situation when John moved into Baker Street.
"He needs more human contact now than he did when I first moved in. He's changed. He doesn't look at himself the same way anymore and he's so much more open than he used to be."