It was ridiculously clichéd. Candlelit dinner. They were forty something year old men. And yet, the idea of it was so sweet that it hit Greg just under the heart.
He gave a soft smile, putting his glass down and reaching out finally to press his hand against Mycroft's who was still holding the chair back.
"You know, candles actually sound really nice."
He put the wine bottle that he'd brought from the kitchen onto the table carefully before he sat down.
"Are you sure you don't need help?" he asked as he sat. "I mean, I know you're going for the entire date thing but I feel useless just sitting here while you finish dinner."
He peered at the table settings, Oh, so that's what completely matching dinnerware looked like. Nice. and then glanced around the room. "Stupid question," he said as he looked at the table that could easily seat eight comfortably. "You are going to sit close to me, right? None of that all the way on the other side of the table like they did in fairy tales." Although, I am not a beauty and you most certainly are not a beast
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And yet, the idea of it was so sweet that it hit Greg just under the heart.
He gave a soft smile, putting his glass down and reaching out finally to press his hand against Mycroft's who was still holding the chair back.
"You know, candles actually sound really nice."
He put the wine bottle that he'd brought from the kitchen onto the table carefully before he sat down.
"Are you sure you don't need help?" he asked as he sat. "I mean, I know you're going for the entire date thing but I feel useless just sitting here while you finish dinner."
He peered at the table settings, Oh, so that's what completely matching dinnerware looked like. Nice. and then glanced around the room.
"Stupid question," he said as he looked at the table that could easily seat eight comfortably. "You are going to sit close to me, right? None of that all the way on the other side of the table like they did in fairy tales." Although, I am not a beauty and you most certainly are not a beast