"You weren't there for me when I needed you!!"
The words echoed in the air as soon as they left Sally’s lips and even though Mycroft was turned away from her, his entire frame went RIGID. He often had trouble keeping in contact with people, and ironically enough most of the time it was people who he cared about the most that seemed to get the least physical contact from him. Sally meant more to him than anyone he had met, she had quickly become his closest friend and in some cases, his confidant.
To know that when she needed him most, needed a friend the most, that he wasn’t there for her, burned him away inside. There was little he could do in way of an apology that she would accept from him and Mycroft wished that she wasn’t here in his house because hearing the pain and the anger in the detective’s voice was shaking him up inside.
Mycroft never thought he would be a good friend, maybe at best he could squeeze out decent, but never good. With Sally, things seemed to be more or less smooth sailing and not being there for those weeks was enough to have her losing trust in him. There was no reason to blame her for being upset, no logical reason anyways. After a minute of tension and anxiety running through his mind - even one such as Mycroft Holmes with all his intelligence couldn’t escape a mundane emotion like anxiety - he turned back towards her with a noticeable slump in his shoulders.
“Sally, I didn’t…” Didn’t what? Didn’t care? Didn’t know? Didn’t think? “I’m sorry..If there’s anything I could have done to check up on you I would have.” Not that he didn’t already have access to CCTV and phone records to ensure that Donovan was at the very least safe for those weeks.
“If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, I will gladly do it.”
