New WIP tease: Mystrade
He sighed again. ‘I should go.’
‘Gregory,’ Mycroft’s protest was soft.
Greg ignored it, opening his eyes and standing up.
‘I’ll see you another time,’ Greg said. ‘Sorry I was… yeah.’
He wasn’t looking at Mycroft, but as he turned for the door, Greg felt someone moving to stand beside him.
‘Gregory, will you wait?’
The polite request – not grabbing his arm, or demanding – was enough to stop him moving. Swallowing, Greg sent out a missive to the universe.
Please don't let him offer to help.
Save me that humiliation.
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