They settled on the floor, both wore just shirts and trousers except that Mycroft had his waistcoat on too. Their shoes were lined up at the side of the couch and both of their jackets were draped over the far arm of it just ghosting them. Mycroft was sitting in front of the armchair at the end of the room to Greg's right, behind the door, as opposed to the two sat next to the fire and Greg was leaning against the couch as he swallowed and wiped his hands on a napkin.
Mycroft moved all of the beer bottles away as they were empty and Greg closed the box. "You sure you don't want the last bit?" Greg offered but Mycroft just shook his head and patted his stomach. Greg put his hands on the couch cushions behind him to push himself up and Mycroft scrambled to help him. "Thank you." Mycroft leaned behind Greg to move a cushion and as he pulled away Greg looked up. They look at each other for a few seconds before Mycroft smiled a little and moved to pick up the boxes and bottles. "Just leave them here?"
"They'll annoy me." Mycroft shrugged, walked out of the door along the hallway back towards the kitchen. He exhaled as he walked its length knowing what was coming. He tried not to be scared like Greg had said but he was. He tried to remember his words outside of the hospital and reassure himself with the memory of that kiss on his lips but all that did was make him more worried.
He walked back and Greg looked up as he closed the door behind him. He stood there and they looked around the room. "Well." Greg offered and then they descended into silence again.
"I just have to know." Mycroft walked and sat down next to Greg. "Is there still a chance that you'll walk out of here tonight and never come back? That's the one thing that I really do need to know."
Greg paused for a minute. "Yes." Mycroft sat back a little and nodded. "I don't want to, in no way or I wouldn't still be sitting here but…" He blew out heavily. "But yeah, I can't say there's not. I need to know everything and until I do I can't say there isn't because that wouldn't be fair to you. It's kinder just to tell you that truth, is it not?"
Mycroft looked up at Greg. The man was obviously worried and scared like Mycroft but he was still there after all. Mycroft nodded just a little. "Indeed." He caught the detective's meaning. He looked back to Greg. "Shall we begin?"