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[brotherthine]

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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[brotherthine]

[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?

[crimogen]

[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.

[brotherthine]

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.

[crimogen]

[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.

[brotherthine]

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.

[crimogen]

[...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.]

[brotherthine]

[... 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?

[crimogen]

[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.]

[brotherthine]

[Right now Mycroft Holmes is going to go outside, and have a cigarette while he checks his messages. If nothing else, he's going to take out his frustration and his frankly emotional response in a constructive manner and save some British soldiers from an dangerous situation in Afghanistan.]

[The cigarette soothes, the messages center him. Patience returns and he stubs out the cigarette before heading back inside.]

[crimogen]

[While Mycroft is outside doing his stuff the waiter does come back over, and Lestrade makes the orders for the both of them.

It isn't too long after that when Mycroft returns, and Lestrade inclines his head at him when the other man settles back down.] I've made the orders. They should be here in a bit.

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft settles back in his seat, and nods quietly at Gregory, his tone simple and ... well. Calm. Smoking always has that effect on him.]

Thank you. I appreciate it.

[Right, since he really doesn't want the silent rub - again - that all feelings here are one-sided ... onto more bland topics.] Has Sherlock been keeping you busy?

[crimogen]

[Lestrade watches Mycroft as he settles back down, blinking at his change of tone. Not that obvious, but considering earlier... well. It's still noticeable. He knows better than to touch it though.

At the question, Lestrade gives a small shrug.] When doesn't he keep people busy? [He returns it with one of his own, complete with a wry smile.]

[brotherthine]

[It's closing himself off, protecting himself. It was the only way, honestly.

He did allow himself a faint smirk at that, as he settled his napkin back on his lap.] Fair enough ... anything I should be looking for?

[crimogen]

[Lestrade takes a moment to think about it before he shrugs.]

Nothing that comes to mind. I'll let you know though, if anything weird does happen.

[brotherthine]

[He nods his head at that, before waving his hand.]

Oh, only if you want to. I don't wish to be a bother about Sherlock.

[crimogen]

Well, you are his brother.

[brotherthine]

Yes ... you seem to be the only person who remembers that.

[crimogen]

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

[It's kind of hard to tell, honestly.]

[brotherthine]

[He paused for a moment, surprise fluttering over his face. Then he arched an eyebrow at the other man.]

... That is a good thing. A very good thing. Not something I want everyone to do but - yes. I am glad that you see me as Sherlock's brother. Flesh and blood, real person. [Then the rest of the conversation tapped him, and he gave Gregory a wary look.] ...You do see me as a real person, correct?

[crimogen]

I'm pretty convinced my mind can't make up somebody like you.

[He's not too sure what is with the response and question, but his own answer is honest all the same, in spite of the snark.]

[brotherthine]

[He let out a snort of laughter at that, before he shook his head.]

I am going to assume that's not a compliment ... but thank you all the same.

[crimogen]

You're welcome.

[There's a bit of a raised eyebrow there, but--Lestrade is glad Mycroft isn't taking it personally. At least very least, he's better than Sherlock in that aspect.]

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft shrugged his shoulders.]

I am what I am. I don't expect anyone to understand me. I never have.

[crimogen]

Well, most people can't understand each other anyway.

[Mycroft just takes it to a whole other level.]

[brotherthine]

That is quite true. For example, I don't understand you at all. You look simple, but you are the most complex, frustrating puzzle of a man I've ever met.

[Mycroft sighed, rueful.] It's ...annoying.