Mycroft Holmess (constantworry) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-09-23 14:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, mycroft holmes |
Who: Mycroft and Dean
What: Trying to get Mycroft out of his slump
Where: The courtyard
When: Last Saturday, at night
Warnings: Mycroft being emotionally stupid
He didn't know what to do at this point. Gregory would not respond to a single one of his net messages, and avoided him at all costs. It was frustrating, to say the least.
Slowly, but surely, however, the elder Holmes was getting out of his slump. He segregated himself from the Prison, closing himself within his mind. After all, there was nobody important to shake him from it. Gregory wasn't speaking to him, after all.
So, he used his isolation to slowly recover. His database was restored. Information was recovered from where it'd been scattered and was slowly pieced back together into a slightly damaged version of the perfect human mind. There was that underlying anxiety, of course, that fear of the loss of control, but that was beside the point. He was so close to being perfect again.
That's how the government official found himself outside in the same place his brother and him had spoken briefly. A cigarette was in hand, one of the few he'd managed to scavenge and save before coming over to the States. Brows were knit together, Mycroft Holmes leaning on his umbrella as he took deep drags on the fag in hand. Now he just needed to figure out how people worked, and he'd be golden.