This drabble based off the scene you can see here, with the amazing piece of fanart drawn by abitto. It was commissioned by gooberfeesh, and I knew from the moment she sent in the commission that I would most likely want to write a drabble around it once it was finished. Upon seeing a WIP, that was solidified. Now the fanart is done, I’m sobbing over it a lot, and here we are.
“Dibd’you get Jabes Bond?” Mycroft sniffed, wincing as he did. He was lying in bed next to his partner, who was equally as sick as he was. The two men were curled under two duvets with a mound of pillows built up behind them. Greg had gotten a cold from someone at the Yard that quickly went out of control. As Mycroft had tended to him and tried to help cure the illness, it latched onto him the following day.
They were quite the pair. Both of them were ridiculously stopped up, and had long since abandoned the handkerchiefs they usually used in favor of lotion-treated tissues. Said tissues were littered along the bed, as both of them were a bit too weak to deal with actually throwing them away. Mycroft would find it immensely unsanitary if both of them didn’t feel utterly awful and could really care less at this point.