"I wish you two would stop talking about me as if I am not in the room." Sherlock says as he slowly wakes up and turns his head into the crook of John's arm.
"We didn't know you were awake yet. We wouldn't have kept talking if we'd know. I don't normally talk behind your back." John says jumping a little when he hears Sherlock's voice.
"I know that you don't talk behind my back, John. I wasn't accusing you of anything." Sherlock says sleepily.
"I never said you were. I did get a lot of insight into you from your brother. He's been very helpful. He's told me things I don't think I would have ever heard from you. I don't know why you didn't tell me how close you were to your mother." John says as he kisses Sherlock's cheek.
"You told John about mother! How could you? That is a private story and it was not meant to be shared with anyone else! Ever!" Sherlock says angrily.
"I had to tell him Sherlock! It's his right to know why you are the way you are. Mother is a major part of your past whether or not you want to admit it!" Mycroft cries angrily.
"I'm glad he told me, Sherlock! You would never have told me any of these things, but maybe now we can discuss these things without you having to tell me the entire story. You're lucky you didn't die, Sherlock. You almost left the entire world without an amazing brain. Where would be without you in my life today?" John asks as he holds Sherlock tightly.
"I'm actually glad you know, in a way, but I'm trying to process this situation. I never thought my brother would be forced to tell a lover of mine one of my most sensitive stories. Give me a couple of days to get used to all this and then we can discuss it." Sherlock says trying to remain calm.
"You would never have told me this on your own though, would you? I would never have pulled it out of you. Your most sensitive stories are the most important parts of you. I'm glad I know what your life has been like for you. Your brother has given me an insight into your life that is wonderful. In some ways you are still an enigma to me. Thank God Mycroft gave me some good positive information about you. The men at Scotland Yard would never believe me if I told them this story." John smiles at Sherlock. When he sees the look on Sherlock's face he backtracks. "Not that I would ever tell anyone at Scotland Yard this story."
"You're quite right; I would probably never have told you the truth about the relationship with my mother. It seemed for the longest time that no one else was going to know this story, but I'm glad you do." Sherlock leans in and kisses John on the lips.
"I hate to interrupt your romantic moment, but I was rather wondering when we're planning on leaving for dinner and the theatre because it is getting a little late." Mycroft interrupts gently.
Sherlock looks up at the clock and starts to chuckle. "Glad someone noticed the time in the midst of all this emotion and love. We would have missed our dinner reservation if you hadn't noticed the time. Come on John. Let's go." Sherlock jumps up and grabs Johns' hand and heads towards the door with Mycroft trailing behind.
The three men hail a hansom cab and head off for dinner. "I feel odd not properly dressed for dinner." Watson says as he shifts uncomfortably in the small cab.
"Nobody is going to notice John. Don't fuss, it's unbecoming. You look fine." Sherlock says calmly.
"Don't downplay my feelings about this. I just feel awkward." John says in a frustrated tone.
"I wasn't attempting to downplay anything, but I think you're being overly concerned about this. I'm not concerned about it." Sherlock says firmly.
Mycroft rolls his eyes at his brother and John and simply looks out the window ignoring the argument. It's like listening to an old married couple bicker.