"So I had heard." Mycroft sighed. "I will not begin to pretend that I can pat your head and make it all better now. Sentimentality has never been my strength." And this was really the crux of the matter. That and university classes that had kept him away when his youngest brother was growing up.
He'd mostly, for his part, tried to get him into the same sorts of things he'd enjoyed, usually giving him more educational oriented gifts; things like natural toys when he was a toddler, then books, a chemistry set and the like, and it hadn't gone well. He'd had no other way to relate to Sherr, he realised now.
"You seem happy. Are you..." his voice dropped. "Careful enough? There's outwitting me, and then there's outwitting technology. One is...albeit on a technicality, possible, and the other... don't get caught is all I ask. "