"It is indeed. And also foolish and irrational. Because you feel like you're losing control of everything you knew, because suddenly there's this, person in your life that you'd do anything for. Because you feel" He wrinkles his nose in distaste.
"I'm not the most experienced. I've only loved once, and it wasn't the same. I didn't know how to do it. Me!" He laughs sharply, bitterly.
"It's an ache inside you even when it's good. And you're constantly distracted."
Mycroft tries to remember what it felt like, so many years ago, the fullness and the emptiness at the same time, the feel of soft curls tickling his neck, warm breath over his shoulder, a small sleepy voice asking for one more chapter, the weight of carrying the small boy up to his room and tucking him under the covers, so carefully, the most precious thing in the world.
"I miss it sometimes" he whispers, his expression resigned and almost remorseful, catching Sherlock's eyes with his gaze.
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Date: 2012-06-11 02:04 am (UTC)"I'm not the most experienced. I've only loved once, and it wasn't the same. I didn't know how to do it. Me!" He laughs sharply, bitterly.
"It's an ache inside you even when it's good. And you're constantly distracted."
Mycroft tries to remember what it felt like, so many years ago, the fullness and the emptiness at the same time, the feel of soft curls tickling his neck, warm breath over his shoulder, a small sleepy voice asking for one more chapter, the weight of carrying the small boy up to his room and tucking him under the covers, so carefully, the most precious thing in the world.
"I miss it sometimes" he whispers, his expression resigned and almost remorseful, catching Sherlock's eyes with his gaze.