-There's something on your mind.
Mycroft looked up from his parchment, blinking a bit excessively, perhaps. Greg noticed he had been staring at the same line of his homework for a whole minute now; he had to say something.
-What?
Greg lips curved into a smile at the sight of Mycroft's bedazzled face. It was a rare sight to come about, and he couldn't get enough of it, honestly.
-You've been a bit distracted, that's all. It's been going on for a while.
He drew his chair closer to his boyfriend's and run a hand through his own hair as he spoke in a smaller voice.
-Is it your parents?
Mycroft had been able to compose himself by then and offered Greg a calm smile.
-Don't worry about it.
-But it is them then.
Mycroft shook his head and let out a breath that could barely be considered a sigh.
-They still affect me, that bit is true. But it's honestly not about that, Gregory.
Greg frowned noticeably.
-There is something, though.
Mycroft turned back to his parchment and stared at it for a second. Greg felt tempted to say something, but thought it would be wiser to wait for Mycroft to be ready. He knew his boyfriend had had something bothering him for a while, and Greg was anxious to hear it, but he decided giving him those last few seconds to organize his thoughts wouldn't be so bad.
Mycroft pursed his lips before he began speaking again.
-Gregory, I'm happier with myself right now than I had ever been. I mean it. And I love that you've help me discover this side of me. I don't want you to freak but…
Jesus. Greg had been dreading this moment since the second they started dating. He was going to say it, he was going to say that he couldn't cope with his weird ass kink anymore. God, he had broken his boyfriend. He gave Mycroft a long look from head to toe and everything in between, admiring him in all of his glorious fatness. Greg felt like the most horrible person to walk this earth for loving every inch of him, he really did.
-Your panicking is showing, Gregory.
Greg eyes went back to Mycroft's face. An honest smile greeted him.
Greg ran a hand through his hair again.
-Jesus, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, I never… I promise.
Mycroft grabbed his hands and looked at him in the eye.
-Gregory, please calm down, I can't finish if you get like this.
He rubbed small circles on his hands with both his thumbs.
-Now, are you calm?
Greg nodded silently.
-You've not hurt me in any way, understand?
He nodded again.
-It's just…
Mycroft broke eye contact for a second, but he went right back to it.
-Again, I'm happy the way I am. Just like this. And I feel like if I gain any more weight I may not be as comfortable anymore.
Greg opened his mouth to apologize again, but Mycroft continued before he could say anything.
-I don't want to lose the weight, and I promise I'm being completely honest about this. I'm not just saying it because I want to please you. I feel truly satisfied with myself. Like I finally belong in my own body.
He looked down at his pudgy belly with a smile escaping his lips. Greg stayed as silent as he could. He felt amazing. Being able to see that look on Mycroft's face was more than he could have ever asked for.
Mycroft seemed to snap out of his own thoughts, looking a bit embarrassed for having let them take over.
-What I mean is that I want to stop gaining… On purpose at least.
Greg had to smile when he added that last bit.
-Maybe try to cut back a bit, just that. This doesn't mean I don't want to keep exploring this… area of your interests, do you follow?
Greg felt a bit more relaxed.
-Of course. We'll save it for the bedroom, is that what you mean?
Mycroft expression suddenly seemed more relaxed. His lips curved into a smile once more.
-Precisely.
After a short silence, Greg spoke again.
-So… You're on a diet or something then?
Mycroft gasped, pretending to be offended at the word. He then shook his head shrugged.
-No, no exactly. Just not stuffing myself silly for a while.
A sigh he had been repressing escaped his lips.
-I have to admit I'll miss it, though.
Greg gave him a tiny peck on the lips.
-Don't you worry, I'll help you. And besides, there's always the bedroom.
Mycroft pointed his index finger at him and spoke in his most serious voice.
-And don't you dare forget.