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[jumpthegun]

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[jumpthegun]

Not yet, no. [Yet being the operative word here.]

I just... miss her. [His voice breaks a little bit before John pulls it back together. He lets a little more slip, though.] Mycroft's furious at me, as well. I told him I won't help him kill Stephen so we can put Sherlock back in a body that looks like his own. He's going insane. He's always been off where Sherlock's concerned, but not like this. I don't think.

[devoutish]

Watson.

[Alfie leans towards his tablet. It's audio, so John won't be able to see, but his voice will sound a little closer.]

Will you take advice from me on this?

[jumpthegun]

I'll listen.

[Taking is another matter. But he'll listen to his friend.]

[devoutish]

Fuck Mycroft. Yeah? Just fuck him, mate. Handling him is not your fucking responsibility right now.

[Or ever, in Alfie's opinion, but right now especially.]

[jumpthegun]

Well, yeah. I told him to fuck off, but if he tries to send someone after Stephen... I've warned him, at least. But I'm still worried about him.

[devoutish]

And you can't write him off?

[jumpthegun]

He's Sherlock's brother and he's dangerous. I can't write that off, no.

[The 'unfortunately,' remains unsaid.]

[devoutish]

He's Sherlock's brother, not your own.

[jumpthegun]

Sherlock loves him and wants to protect him. That makes it my problem as much as his.

[devoutish]

Sherlock loves and wants to protect you too, doesn't he.

[jumpthegun]

I'm not gonna make him choose between me and his big brother.

[devoutish]

He doesn't have to choose. He has to stop expecting you to babysit the man.

[jumpthegun]

[John runs a hand through his hair.]

Might tell him I'll only look after Mycroft if Sherlock's around.

[devoutish]

[Alfie grunts. It's a start.]

It causes nothing but stress for you, mate. That's all I'm telling you.

[jumpthegun]

I'll deal with it. [He has to deal with it.] All of us have enough to worry about without me throwing more of a wrench into things.

[devoutish]

[Dryly:]

Yes, much better for you to take it all on yourself.

[jumpthegun]

[John sighs.]

Not really in the mood for this argument, mate. Can I take a raincheck?

[He'll keep rainchecking it forever if he can.]

[devoutish]

I'm not gonna press, now. But I'm gonna keep bringing it up later, as I see fit.

[jumpthegun]

Have I ever told you, you're an annoying dick sometimes.

[His tone is more exasperated and resigned than actually annoyed.]

[devoutish]

Yes, but you do enjoy my company regardless, from time to time.

[Unrepentant as fuck.]

[jumpthegun]

I sometimes wonder what's wrong with me.

[So many things. So very many things.]

I have Bucky with me right now. If it makes it any better, he doesn't let me wallow or play doormat, annoying cock that he is.

[devoutish]

Remind me to thank him for it.

[jumpthegun]

Yeah, yeah. [John huffs.] Am I sufficiently handled, then?

[devoutish]

Mm. For now.

[jumpthegun]

All right. Well, thanks for checking in, I guess. [Even if it can be annoying sometimes.]