"Don’t move, I just got comfy."
Well, this certainly was a surprise. Mycroft couldn’t remember the last time Sherlock has begun to drift off on his shoulder. It was sort of sweet though, and very nice to not have his brother attempting to start an argument with him for once.
He smiled at Sherlock’s words and hummed in agreement. Of course he would move. Instead, Mycroft wrapped an arm around Sherlock’s shoulder and drew him into a gentle hug, happy to leave his brother to sleep where he was.














