(Greg's POV)
I hung my coat and looked around for Mycroft. He'd always greet me when I got home. I saw him outside, sitting on an old plastic chair on my sad excuse for a patio.
"Hey," I greeted, opening the sliding glass door.
"Hello," he hummed. Rain fell gently around us, and I smiled a little.
"I've always liked the rain." I murmured. My friend glanced at me and nodded. He probably already knew every little thing about me.
"Mmhm."
I smiled slightly, looking up at the sky. "You probably already knew thst."
"I enjoy hearing you confirm my deductions. It makes them seem more real and human than triva about a person at a mere first glance." Mycroft shrugged, a gentle look in his eyes.
"That makes sense." I grinned, which caused him to glance away briefly.
"Mm. How was your day?" he asked, returning his gaze to me.
"Eh, busy." I shrugged. "Oh, I saved you a donut."
"...thank you, Gregory, but I'm still on my diet." Mycroft mumbled, crossing his arms..
"You, a diet?" I raised an eyebrow as I looked at him in surprise. "Please, your body is perfect."
"Oh." Mycroft softly said, his cheeks dusted a pale pink. "Thank you..."
I smiled warmly, patting his arm. His eyes widened, as if he just realized something. I chuckled, knowing what he realized.
"You still want the damn donut?"
"...yes."
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The rest of Mycroft's visit was filled with awkward silences. He knew how I felt about him, and I didn't know how to address it.
"Just so you know, the feeling is returned, Gregory." Mycroft suddenly said as he was leaving.
"Wait, what?" I stared at him in blissful shock. "So would you like to have dinner tomorrow?"
Mycroft gave me a half smile and nodded. I grinned brightly at him, tempted to give him a hug or perhaps a peck on the cheek. But I didn't, as that would be a bit too fast moving for us both.