Sherlock looked over at Mycroft, knowing how much it cost his brother to look bored. “Mycroft, when are you going to tell him?”
“Tell him what?” Mycroft snapped.
“Tell that Alex is still alive.”
“Sherlock, keep your voice down. There’s no sense in getting his hopes up when we both know that Alex is dead.”
He shook his head, then looked into his brother’s light blue eyes. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Mind your own business, brother mine.”
He swallowed. This loss will break his heart. He’s made a tactical error. He’s fallen in love with Danny. “Mycroft?”