"Our bank accounts are linked with Mycroft's," Sherlock reminded him, his tone a bit dry. And it was true: his brother had saw to the change weeks ago, which ensured they were all living comfortably. Honestly, the man had put away enough money to constitute a will. Not that Sherlock ever allowed himself to think that far ahead. Mycroft wasn't allowed to die before him. It just wasn't possible.
He poked around John's plate with his fork to select another bit of food, feigning disinterest. "Which one did you prefer?"