Ooh, watch your step, Mycroft.
Singing Like a Canary
Sherlock just happened to glance over at the counter and he saw, of all people, Mycroft (Mycroft, how the hell did Mycroft sneak in without him noticing? Slippery bastard)...chatting with John.
Chatting?
A strange heat snapped its way up Sherlock's throat as he stared at his brother, who was smiling and bantering easily with John. John was also grinning and chuckling, his face happier than Sherlock had seen it in weeks.
He's gone so quiet around me and all it takes is Mycroft practically assaulting him- look how close he's standing!- to get him singing like a canary? His brows knitted.
Prompt was #75: canary