"Doubt it." He spat back almost instantly. If he needed help from anyone, it wouldn't be the older pair. Or anyone but his real family, honestly. The idea to blurt such a thing out to Mycroft was tempting, but he didn't need more grief or stupid idioms from the older man.
Jerking his face away from the older's touch, he scowled, but shrugged. Their parents were, at least, the only actual family members he could tolerate. "Yeah alright, whatever." He huffed, but didn't roll his eyes at least. There was a small pause as he frowned. "What do they think I do anyway?" It wasn't like he told them he worked for Jim, and he doubted they watched the news that much given how they preferred to write their stupid books