I'm writing this on the train, where we have been for approximately eighteen years. It's clearly a magical time-suspending train because Mycroft and Sherlock are still the same age as when we got on, and acting it as well for once.
"Sherlock, will you sit still?"
"Can't make me."
"You've been fidgeting for an hour! Read a book. And stop making that horrible face."
"Your face is horrible."
"You're insufferable."
"I know you are, but what am I?"
"John, you can't send him to that school any longer. His mind has atrophied. He'll have a two digit IQ before the term is over."
And on, and on. And on. Thank god we've left Phobos and Deimos behind. They'd take up half the compartment all on their own. Is it bad to let Sherlock swing from the luggage rack, do you think?
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