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Wailing over the fact that Anderson and Mycroft were in the same scene

THAT'S WHAT MY LIFE HAS COME TO

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He flinched back a little but stilled when he felt Charlie's hand holding his jaw and tipping his head up. He looked him in the eyes and blinked slowly, listening to him speak. 

Once that chaste kiss was placed to his lips he relaxed, kissing Charlie back and reaching out to rest a hand on his arm, "You're not going to leave?"

Charlie lifted an eyebrow at the sudden inquiry, staring at the other man for a good few moments before scooting closer; probably much closer than the other was currently comfortable with, but he didn’t care much. He gently caught Phillip’s jaw and tilted his head up so that he was looking at him directly.

"It wasn’t because of you, no," he said, simple as that before he leaned forward to press his lips to the other’s. It was quick and relatively chaste, but it was there.

"I had other issues too. But I think I could manage."

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well this is awkward.

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Phillip Anderson in “The Empty Hearse”

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Anderson has a thinky face.

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"Didn't Sherlock just come back to life?" He paused and frowned a little, "You knew already.. didn't you?" He sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair. 

"It doesn't interest me." 

Mycroft shrugged a little. “I am fine, I suppose. Things are a little boring right now, I must confess.” Yes, only Mycroft could call his brother coming back from the dead boring. 

"I learnt to speak Serbian recently, if that interests you? It didn’t really interest me."

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He nodded a little, "Well.. okay... but.. what can we do tonight? When you said you were thinking of leaving was that my fault?" He blurted out his questions and then bit his lip, looking awkward, "Sorry I just don't want to.. I feel like it would be a waste if you just left.."

So casual was the change of subject that Charlie didn’t have much choice but to roll with it. He breathed out a bit of smoke himself, not all of it from the cigarette, before he turned his head towards the other.

"I didn’t have plans, no."

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I think I've not done replies yet bc I'm dying of some kind of cold

Hang in there baby

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"I'm not dignifying that with an answer." He grunted and ran his fingers through his hair absently. He sat comfortably and looked over at Mycroft, looking a little bored, "Well it's not usually a planned event for me, I'm afraid. How are you doing today?"

"Do you mean that as in they are taking the Lord’s name in vain, or as in they are calling you god?" He asked, before waving a dismissive hand. That hardly mattered to Mycroft, and besides, he was rather sure that Anderson wasn’t quite good enough in bed to be called a god anyway. "How odd. I tend to plan that sort of thing through when possible."

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He smiled a little and nodded, "Good." He hummed and breathed out a stream of smoke, pushing himself up and stretching, "Well what do you want to do today then? Did you have any plans?"

Well far be it from him to ignore the cigarettes offered, and he brought his hand out to take it from the other man. Didn’t take long for him to pick one out and light it, keeping it between his teeth and basking in silence for a while after the question was asked.

It wasn’t really a matter of forgiveness, but for the other man’s sake, he’d make it seem that way.

"…Yeah."

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He held out a pack of cigarette's to him and grunted softly, "Because you wouldn't still be here if there wasn't a chance of fixing it." He murmured. He looked over at Charlie carefully, "You're going to forgive me, right?"

A little roll of the eyes and a sigh that sounded a bit put out was what he had to give in return. 

"Of course I’m difficult to please, I figured you would have picked up on that by now." Still, he followed the other man to where he sat, though didn’t encroach on his space. He instead sat down on the opposite end of the couch, taking in the smell of the smoke that came from Phillip’s cigarette and maybe had a slight twinge of envy, considering he’d run out a few hours before.

"Why do you assume something will make it better? We’re picking up right where we left off." Of course he knew that wasn’t the entire truth. They’d been.. a little more ‘cozy’ than he would have liked. A mistake that he’d remedied. Though he wasn’t sure if it was out of contempt for being left or because he figured that he needn’t get in too deep with a ‘resource’. 

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He swallowed thickly, "No it was a stupid idea." He muttered, walking through to the living room and sitting on the sofa, knees curled up as he rested his head back, looking up at the ceiling. 

"You are incredibly difficult to please." He huffed, a cigarette already between his lips, "What do you want then? What will make it better?"

His fascination with cheeseburgers hadn’t really had much weight as of late. In fact, his eating habits had been.. a bit off in recent weeks. But he made no mention of it. Just crossed his arms over his chest as he seemed to consider the offer.

"I suppose that’ll have to do," he replied with a bit of arrogance. As if the other man had offended him by the offer. He hadn’t, of course, but if he was going to benefit from this, it would probably be good to feign more irritation than he had. 

"Like I said, you don’t have to apologize." He wasn’t looking for anything verbal anyway.

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"Well I was going to order take out and get you a bunch of cheeseburgers to start... assuming you still have a fixation on those... If not then any food that takes your fancy." He took a slow breath and smiled awkwardly, "I'm not good at this whole apologizing thing, more times than not I'd fake cry and hug people until they forgive me." 

Hesitant at first, eventually he took those few steps towards the other man, green eyes fixating on Phillip’s although with an air of nonchalance that always seemed to embody him.

But it was difficult not to invest a bit of curiosity into whatever ‘feeling’ Anderson was currently having. 

It was kind of. 

Weird.

"Make it up to me? How would you do that?" 

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He sighed softly and beckoned him closer, chewing on his lip and not moving his gaze from Charlie's, "I'll make it up to you though, disappearing without a trace and then seeming like I don't care when I got back." 

[There it was. Garbled words or no, the sentiment was there and they forced his eyes to maintain contact with the other man for a few moments. Expressionless save for the smallest furrow of his brow because he didn’t quite understand why anyone would feel anything for him but that wasn’t a thought out of self-depreciation but of the knowledge of what he was and not just physically either.

But he kept silent, lifted a brow and gave a small chuff.]

I do know.

[Playing on sentiment wasn’t beneath him.] 

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I'm serious, Charlie. I would hate it if I didn't have you around. You know I... *incoherent mumbling* 

Well I’m thoroughly convinced.

[Sarcasm. A lot of sarcasm. Dripping with it.] 

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"I just get 'oh god' when we're doing... certain activities." He said sarcastically, "They say whatever comes to mind, it's not like it's a planned event most of the time."

"Hmm… Not really." Mycroft replied. "I don’t understand why you prefer Anderson though. Do you get everyone to call you that? Lovers and all? I’m just thinking that perhaps it’s a little long for saying during, ah, certain activities. Perhaps consider shortening it? Ander? And? I don’t know."