He tenses, but only for a brief moment. Some part of his mind is screaming that this is stupid, this is childish... but Mycroft understands. He knows how much this hurts, how badly it throws him off balance, how confusing and frustrating it is to feel something and not be able to resist it.
Sherlock lets out a weak, shaky laugh, and the tension drains slowly out of his shoulders.
"This..." The words start to tumble out of him, still halting and unsure but by now so strong that he can't hold them back. "This is really it, isn't it? Not just chemistry. Because you can alter chemistry, you can control chemistry, and I... Jesus, Mycroft, there's so much of it."
It's an odd collision of the past and present. He's leaning into his brother as if they were still young enough not to have years' worth of cold, jagged barriers between them... and yet he's seeking the comfort of his only family for a reason a child can't begin to grasp.
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Date: 2012-06-11 03:44 am (UTC)Sherlock lets out a weak, shaky laugh, and the tension drains slowly out of his shoulders.
"This..." The words start to tumble out of him, still halting and unsure but by now so strong that he can't hold them back. "This is really it, isn't it? Not just chemistry. Because you can alter chemistry, you can control chemistry, and I... Jesus, Mycroft, there's so much of it."
It's an odd collision of the past and present. He's leaning into his brother as if they were still young enough not to have years' worth of cold, jagged barriers between them... and yet he's seeking the comfort of his only family for a reason a child can't begin to grasp.