A/N: My mind didn't want to do story yesterday, but today I feel really Christmas-sy sooo yeah.
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Mycroft was making John suspicious. Well. More suspicious than usual, that is.
John had mentioned the coat to him, and Mycroft had given him a surprised look. The kind of look Mycroft usually gave him when he was surprised that John had shown some level of intelligence and competence.
"What?" John asked, now looking confused.
Mycroft shook his head. "Nothing, John. It's just that...well, I'm glad you're finally moving on, as they say."
Something about Mycroft's tone was off. He was usually hiding things from John, but this seemed like he was hiding something bigger. But John decided not to press it.
At least, not right at this moment.
Sherlock,
Your brother is going to drive me mad. He's hiding something, I think, but I don't know what.
I told him about that coat I bought a while ago, and he seemed almost pleased about it. It was what he didn't say that bothered me.
He just told me he was glad I'd moved on. He seemed a little sad about it, which I thought was kind of weird.
I don't know, your brother is mysterious and cryptic.
Makes me wish you were here to yell at him for me.
John
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