Mycroft's tone is devoid of anything resembling friendliness. After being given some sort of run-around at the door, he'd begun to suspect something, but his brother's presence was one of the most remote possibilities he'd considered as he'd been led around the restaurant the long way. He can't say he's surprised Irene would pull something like this, but the timing is poor, and although Mycroft is aware that Irene can't possibly know why, he's having trouble not holding it against her.
The two Holmeses have not yet been face-to-face in Baedal. Seeing Sherlock for the first time since before his brother jumped off the roof of St. Bart's was something for which Mycroft had been carefully preparing himself. He needn't have bothered; the shock of running into Sherlock unexpectedly has rendered much of his preparation useless.
Emotions have always run deep in Mycroft, very deep and very strong, but their depth makes it easy to bury them and turn away, which he does. He can feel them clawing toward the surface now, from miles below. His mask is already fixed so tightly that it's become stiff and obvious. The only cover it gives him is blankness.
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Mycroft's tone is devoid of anything resembling friendliness. After being given some sort of run-around at the door, he'd begun to suspect something, but his brother's presence was one of the most remote possibilities he'd considered as he'd been led around the restaurant the long way. He can't say he's surprised Irene would pull something like this, but the timing is poor, and although Mycroft is aware that Irene can't possibly know why, he's having trouble not holding it against her.
The two Holmeses have not yet been face-to-face in Baedal. Seeing Sherlock for the first time since before his brother jumped off the roof of St. Bart's was something for which Mycroft had been carefully preparing himself. He needn't have bothered; the shock of running into Sherlock unexpectedly has rendered much of his preparation useless.
Emotions have always run deep in Mycroft, very deep and very strong, but their depth makes it easy to bury them and turn away, which he does. He can feel them clawing toward the surface now, from miles below. His mask is already fixed so tightly that it's become stiff and obvious. The only cover it gives him is blankness.
He meets Sherlock's eyes. "Brother."