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anagnorisis
\ an-ag-NAWR-uh-sis, -NOHR- \ , noun;
1.
(in ancient Greek tragedy) the critical moment of recognition or discovery, especially preceding peripeteia.

Mycroft didn't often lean on anything - it did hell on his clothes and really why would a minor government official be 'leaning' against a wall? It looked unbelievably unprofessional and sloppy. However, on his day off, he allowed himself the luxury of leaning against the stone edifice on Bridge St. He was, after all, wearing clothing that was about as casual that Mycroft Holmes could get - black courderoy slacks, a dark blue sweater, and of course sturdy walking shoes. The umbrella, naturally, was sitting right at his elbow.

Yes, naturally, he had his phone with him, but otherwise he looked like he was truly trying to have a day where he was simply off. He had cleared his schedule viciously and told Anthea that if he was going to be interrupted in the next four hours outside of nuclear wars, there would be Hell to Pay. Which was why he had the phone, and was currently typing a rather vicious text message to the Minister of Defense while he waited for Gregory - honestly man. Everyone knew that you didn't flinch in the face of Saudi Arabia. They were bullies with oil wells. He ordered him to go back into the meeting, and keep his chin up, like an Englishman.

"...Really going to have to speak to the Prime Minister about you..." He murmured to himself, as his long fingers tapped the keys quickly and bluntly.

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[Lestrade glances up at Mycroft's words, blinking in surprise at the offer.]

I, uh, thanks. [It still does catch him off guard at times, but Lestrade thinks he's slowly getting used to it. Probably.] What do you recommend?

[He smiles again, before putting aside his menu.]

Well I did say it would be my treat ... the fish is excellent, but I believe you have come here for the steak? Any of the cuts are superb.

[Yes, steak. He did say that much.]

I'll take your word for it then. [He gives the menu one last glance and just makes a note on the cheapest one - if all of them are as good as Mycroft says, then there's not much to consider. In the end food is pretty much food.

With that done, he glances over to the other man with a skeptical expression.] You're done, I suppose?

[Mycroft closed his menu, then nodded to the waiter as the man approached, before sitting back in his seat and looking at Gregory curiously.]

Oh yes, I usually decide early. The rest of it is simply reviewing my other options.

[A bit of an eyebrow arch here.]

'Other options'? [Such as???]

[Mycroft cleared his throat, because ... well. Unlike Sherlock, he didn't like to speak of how his mind worked. Not that people would be able to copy his way of thinking - heaven forfend. It was just ... unusual.]

I ... choose what I like, and then I go through the menu and choose everything I like after that, or what I would mix with other things. It keeps my mind busy, while I wait for the other person to decide.

[Oh. Okay. Well, its not too weird, but then again 'weird' has been pretty much redefined with his contact with both of the Holmes brothers. Lestrade isn't sure if he can trust his own judgement here in this matter.]

Well, I suppose everyone has their hobbies. [He says with a wry smile, doing his best to show its alright. Don't worry too much about it Mycroft, as it is it could be weirder things, so its all cool with him.]

[Mycroft lifted his shoulders in a shrug, his lips twitching into a rueful expression.]

Quite. I like finding patterns, in things, and switching them out with other patterns. Just to see how they work. [He sighed wistfully.] I have always wanted one of those large screens at my work, where I could touch things and spread them out wide. Alas, too obvious.

[Lestrade blinks, mostly at the last part since that's kind of... well. He didn't expect to hear something like that from Mycroft.]

Pretty sci-fi there, I think. [Or not. Who knows, really.] Maybe you could secure one of those in the future.

[Mycroft likes keeping people on their toes. In this case, he's just making conversation.]

Perhaps, but with the budget being what it is ... probably not. [He sighed.] The Americans get all the neat toys.

Comes with having Hollywood, I suppose. [Since they probably do need some realism in their fancy effects, he supposes.]

Yes, well, one of these days we shall do something startling in film, like having live androids. I expect us to break the curve, sooner or later. [Mycroft mock huffed, even though he was grinning as he looked back at the wine list.]

[Lestrade snorts before he can help himself, shaking his head at the words.]

Why would we need live androids? They'd probably bring us more trouble than anything else.

[Mycroft's lips quirked up at the edges; yes Lestrade, he caught that snort.]

Oh, possibly, but think of all the technological advances we'd get. Someone to mow the lawn, for example. Or do laundry. Or go to parties for us.

Pretty sure that's not what androids are going to be built for, if they're ever built at all.

Really? [Curiosity got the better of him.] What would you use an android for? [Yes, they had clearly veered off.]

[Lestrade just gives a shrug here.]

Beats me. [Go around catching more criminals, maybe, but that feels kinda robocop-ish.]

[He gave the other man a keen look, before he made a quiet noise. It might have been a laugh.]

... You wouldn't even take an android, would you? You'd think it was unbelievably lazy to have something like that about. [He hummed.] You wouldn't be wrong, though. But honestly, Gregory, are you always this stubborn about accepting any kind of help?

[The corner of Lestrade's mouth twitch at the question, and he crosses his arms over his chest, doing his best not to show any kind of look on his face which could be called sulking.]

I'm not stubborn about it, I just don't like relying on people.

It is not relying on people when they are offering, you know. It's generally a mark of how much someone cares about you. [Mycroft answered dryly, before he realized what he had said and then cleared his throat. Looking back at the menu.] Or ... so I've been given to understand.

[Lestrade blinks somewhat in surprise when he hears that, not really expecting that kind of answer from Mycroft of all people. Considering what he knows of the older Holmes brother, that sort of response is... well, its odd.

He eyes the other man for several moments before properly relenting.] I just don't want to impose.

If it is being offered, Gregory, it is not an imposition. It is freely given. [He looked up again, his blue eyes firm.] You know how much I admire your selflessness -- but do recall that sometimes, all someone wants to do is show you that you matter to ... them.

[He cleared his throat, bolstered himself, and said simply.] As you matter to me.

[...and that, too, is not what he think he would hear from Mycroft as well. Lestrade is beginning to wonder if he has just fallen into some sort of weird other dimension while he wasn't looking.]

I--well. Thanks. [Slight pause.] I guess. [It's weird, but a compliment is a compliment. Even if Lestrade isn't sure what brought it on.]

[... Honestly, there are times that Mycroft wants to throttle Gregory Lestrade. This is one of them. Pay attention, you idiot. This is all for you. Instead he sighs.]

You're welcome. [A tad dryly.] I suppose.

[He puts his napkin down, and turns his menu, pointing to what he wants.] If the waiter returns, I would like that, thank you. If you'll excuse me for a moment?

[Give him some time, Mycroft. He'll get it. Eventually.

He follows where Mycroft points, taking down in mind what he's requested and nodding to it.] Got it. Take all the time you need.

[Lestrade guesses he's going off to do... whatever it is Mycroft Holmes does. He tries not to think about it too much.]

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