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[holmesice]

Make it quick.

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[holmesice]

And I'm looking forward to the endless trudging through snow.

[In other, kinder words: I shall provide any support I can, brother mine, even if you stubbornly and pointlessly add to the effort.]

[howdull]

It might get your weight down.

[It's a half hearted jab at best, especially when Mycroft is underweight by now like everyone who has spent months in Norfinbury.]

[holmesice]

[The fact that he can indeed, make half hearted jabs relieves Mycroft of some of his worry. There's a ghost of a smile on his face before it disappears.]

Not my first choice of exercise regimen, though.

[howdull]

Of course it isn't, there's no cartoonish doughnut on the end of a stick to entice you onwards.

[He shoulders his bag and heads for the door, trusting in Mycroft to follow.]

[holmesice]

Do you find such equally cartoonish comments all that necessary?

[The answer was obviously yes, but he couldn't let this stand. There's a mild grumbling sound as Mycroft follows him to the door.]