“Thank you, Mother,” Mycroft answered dutifully, staring down at the squishy, gold parcel in his lap.
He didn’t want to open it. Any other child — his obnoxious little brother included — would’ve torn into the wrapping paper, reducing it to ribbons in an effort to find out what was inside. But not Mycroft.
He didn’t need to look. He already knew.
AUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CHESH MY HEART
IT IS TORN ASUNDERRRRRRRRR COMPLETELY BUT YET
THIS IS SO ADORABLE AND SAD AND PERFECT I JUST UGH
POOR SWEET BABU
I CAN’T WITH WORDS





