“Hamish, go back to your room.”
“I miss Dad. I want you to call him. I want you to tell him you’re sorry.”
“He’ll be back home with you in two days. He’s just giving me time to gather the things I need before I leave.”
“Why are you doing this, Father? Why are you going to live at Uncle Mycroft’s house instead of with us?”
“Hamish, I can’t possibly explain this to you. It’s far too complicated, and I’m busy right now.”
“You’re not busy. You’re watching telly.”
“And I’ve told you before: never make assumptions without facts. I might be watching something very important for a case.”
“You’re not, though. And I didn’t assume, Father. I can see part of the screen reflected in your glass on the table. You’ve spent the last hour watching your wedding video over and over. And your eyes are wet from trying not to cry.”
“Just go to bed, Hamish. Please.”
This was the last happy thing I had from this fandom.
THE. LAST. FUCKING. THING.
Reblogging for the emotional damage^^
[I’m writing part two right now, btw.