Re: Irene A./Elias M.
He wasn't at the time. And yes, it was. The bastard cut pieces out of him. Literally. Lestrade too. Everywhere he turns that's all he can think about, and now he's driving me crazy. At least it didn't get you, too. Sherlock can't fucking conceive of anything ever happening to Mycroft. The man is like a goddamn white unicorn or something.