"Oh, I see. Of course, of course. Incessant, inane questions are only acceptable when you're the one posing them. How about this, then?"
He moves swiftly as he speaks, heading for the armoire and rifling through it, searching. The kitchen lights struggle to keep dim, brown light available.
"Does it make you feel better? In control? Fussing about my affairs like it makes any difference, like it will change anything? What would you like me to say? That I fully expect to have been inside an enclosed space with several pounds of semtex and a madman -- who is, by the way, leagues more interesting than you will ever be -- at the time of an explosion, but that, oh, your brotherly concern has made it all so much easier to handle?" The bedside lamp goes out. "Hm? Come on, Mycroft, don't leave me guessing."
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He moves swiftly as he speaks, heading for the armoire and rifling through it, searching. The kitchen lights struggle to keep dim, brown light available.
"Does it make you feel better? In control? Fussing about my affairs like it makes any difference, like it will change anything? What would you like me to say? That I fully expect to have been inside an enclosed space with several pounds of semtex and a madman -- who is, by the way, leagues more interesting than you will ever be -- at the time of an explosion, but that, oh, your brotherly concern has made it all so much easier to handle?" The bedside lamp goes out. "Hm? Come on, Mycroft, don't leave me guessing."