[Okay, enough of this texting thing, his thumbs are getting tired. Mycroft's very familiar, very calm, and very cold voice drops a prim little message in Sherlock's doubtlessly empty voicemail box.]
For God's sake, it's not as if I am inviting you to high tea and scones. You coped well enough when we lived in the same city. I trust you'll find a way to manage it again.
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Date: 2012-08-11 04:38 am (UTC)For God's sake, it's not as if I am inviting you to high tea and scones. You coped well enough when we lived in the same city. I trust you'll find a way to manage it again.