Faintly surprised, Watson did lift his head, marginally. "At his home, do you mean? Surely not his club, not on Christmas."
He was, despite himself, faintly anxious about that, knew that it would be a holiday dinner with the in-laws (or as close as they would ever have). It was strange to think of being invited into Mycroft's home, too, and even if he knew rationally that they would be known and accepted under that roof... that was faintly unnerving. How open would it end up being?
Still, Watson did like Mycroft, even if he did not always know what to make of him, even if it was still strange to think that the man might be considered family (although, of course he was), and he could not have refused, not for anything.
"It sounds very splendid," Watson said, resting his head again. "You shall have your family together, then."
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He was, despite himself, faintly anxious about that, knew that it would be a holiday dinner with the in-laws (or as close as they would ever have). It was strange to think of being invited into Mycroft's home, too, and even if he knew rationally that they would be known and accepted under that roof... that was faintly unnerving. How open would it end up being?
Still, Watson did like Mycroft, even if he did not always know what to make of him, even if it was still strange to think that the man might be considered family (although, of course he was), and he could not have refused, not for anything.
"It sounds very splendid," Watson said, resting his head again. "You shall have your family together, then."