[Mycroft's glaring from under his re-adjusted blanket. His nerves are too frayed for him to have much empathy for anyone save Sherlock. Of course, it was regrettable what happened to Mary, but he was far more concerned about what that did to Sherlock rather than anyone else, even John. Sarme as when it happened the first time.

And now they had to endure other people. Ugh.]

And yet the noise continues. Wonderful.