[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.