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"Mycroft?" The man in question turned smoothly on his heels to look at his addressee. It was John Watson, emerging from the flat most likely with the intention of fetching the groceries. Mycroft cast a critical eye over the doctor, confirming his suspicions. He stood up straighter and pivoted the folded-up umbrella in his grasp, removing the tip from the ground and settling it against his shoulder. He stuck a plastic, mildly sarcastic-looking smile on his face. "John. Might I join you for a moment?" "Uh…sure," John replied eloquently, taken a bit by surprise.  He stepped away from the door and stood beside Mycroft, looking up at the t