There was more socialising than writing this evening, but I did start on the scene where Mycroft goes home. I think there will be another scene between John and Sherlock preceding it, which isn't written yet anyway, rather than continuing straight on from the bit where Red is sniffing at Mycroft's shoes. A very little snip from the very little that got written ~
*** Mycroft leaned back in his chair, arms stretching out to his sides and legs extending until they reached beyond the polished surface of his desk. A small, warm weight slid away. He folded his limbs in again, closed his computer and stood. “Enough,” he murmured, tucking the laptop beneath his arm and plucking his umbrella from its stand. “Enough.”
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on 2015-06-19 10:05 pm (UTC)***
Mycroft leaned back in his chair, arms stretching out to his sides and legs extending until they reached beyond the polished surface of his desk. A small, warm weight slid away. He folded his limbs in again, closed his computer and stood. “Enough,” he murmured, tucking the laptop beneath his arm and plucking his umbrella from its stand. “Enough.”
***
"Out to his sides" or "out to his side"?