Greg got off work an hour early and spent almost every moment of that hour trying to figure out what to wear.
He finally settled on a pair of khakis, a nice button down shirt and a jacket. Nothing near the level of nice that Mycroft was wearing when he stepped into the house. Even without the jacket he looked...really nice.
He stepped into the house, closing the door behind him and trying not to listen to Mycroft snarl at someone on the phone, about how he's ruin them with a well places comment or two. Even when Mycroft turned and apologized and Greg was suddenly subject to the full look at the outfit.
Christ. He was lethal dressed like that. Shirt sleeves rolled up, vest, no suit jacket. That style should be licensed as a deadly weapon. In fact, he might have to arrest him.
And...he wasn't sure if he'd said any of that out loud with the way Mycroft was looking at him at that moment. He settled for clearing his throat and looking around again.
"Nice place you have here. You could fit eight of my places in here." His eyes widened in horror. He had said that out loud. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. Shite. I need to learn how to keep my gob shut."
Perfect way to start off this date Lestrade he chastised.
"So, do you need any help with dinner?" he offered instead.
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6/9/18 04:14 (UTC)He finally settled on a pair of khakis, a nice button down shirt and a jacket. Nothing near the level of nice that Mycroft was wearing when he stepped into the house. Even without the jacket he looked...really nice.
He stepped into the house, closing the door behind him and trying not to listen to Mycroft snarl at someone on the phone, about how he's ruin them with a well places comment or two. Even when Mycroft turned and apologized and Greg was suddenly subject to the full look at the outfit.
Christ. He was lethal dressed like that. Shirt sleeves rolled up, vest, no suit jacket. That style should be licensed as a deadly weapon. In fact, he might have to arrest him.
And...he wasn't sure if he'd said any of that out loud with the way Mycroft was looking at him at that moment. He settled for clearing his throat and looking around again.
"Nice place you have here. You could fit eight of my places in here." His eyes widened in horror. He had said that out loud.
"Sorry, I didn't mean that. Shite. I need to learn how to keep my gob shut."
Perfect way to start off this date Lestrade he chastised.
"So, do you need any help with dinner?" he offered instead.