Victoria walked back to her flat, stewing in her anger. First, Sherlock had to cause all sorts of trouble in her flat, only to bring her into that trouble so they were causing trouble together. Then, with Charlie being a complete and utter prat.
"Who does he think he is?" She grumbled to herself, her breath fogging up in the air as she spoke. She wasn't quite sure which 'he' she was talking about but it didn't matter. She kicked a few pebbles on the ground. Why was everything so difficult? Why was everything so stupid?
She rested her head against a cold light pole and took a deep breath. Not everything is stupid, she had to remind herself. Everyone has their reasons for being the way they are and if you aren't understanding, then who will be?
"Miss Dashwood?" A familiar voice pulled her from her muddled, still-slightly-angry-despite-her-best-efforts thoughts. She lifted her head from the pole and looked to her side. Mycroft Holmes. Of course.
"Mycroft," Victoria nodded toward him in greeting. Despite her mostly sour mood, a small smile fell onto her pink lips. She liked Mycroft. He was far more reasonable that the average human and a conversation with him was often like a breath of fresh air, especially when her last few breaths of air were full of bullshit.
"Might I ask why exactly you are in such close quarters with that public light pole? I do hope that you are aware what some people do to and around public objects," Mycroft asked, crossing over to her, "I hope you are well."
Victoria shifted so her temple was against the light pole and she could look at Mycroft. She pressed her lips together into a disgusted version of a smile and thought for a moment before answering, "I admit that I've been better."
Mycroft pursed his lips, "This wouldn't have anything to do with-"
"Your brother?" Victoria spoke up before he had a chance to finish his sentence, "Only partially. My boyfriend... Well, ex boyfriend as of 20 minutes ago, was being a complete prat because Sherlock was being troublesome..." She puffed out a breath of air and frowned, taking the pins out of her hair and running her fingers through the waves, "You know, I think it's my own fault, though. I don't know if I have anyone to blame except myself."
Mycroft frowned in understanding, "I admit, I'm not a good person to talk to but perhaps I can provide a warm beverage of some sort and a ride home?" He offered, raising his eyebrows with his suggestion.
Victoria rubbed her fingers on her temples and took some breaths as she tried to control and organize her thoughts and feelings. After a few moments, she looked back at Mycroft and smiled warmly, "I'd like that," she said, earnestly.
Mycroft couldn't help but stare for a moment at the girl in front of him, amazed at the amount of self control and awareness she possessed. He knew that, while she could easily be misunderstood as a silly girl with a good heart, her mind was much stronger than she let on, but she still surprised him with just how strong her mind could be. She had complete control over her emotions. He wondered briefly what would happen if she lost control over her emotions, if her control was undone. How would the strength of her mind fare? Would it get stronger or wither into a blubbering mess?
He shook the thoughts from his head and smiled back at her, offering his arm to her, "There is a cafe just up the road. Shall I escort you?" He tilted his head down to her.
"Yes, please," she grinned at him and gently hooked her arm in his.
He couldn't help but smile a little brighter; she really was a lovely girl.