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“{...} Lestrade smiled as widely as he could and hoped Mycroft couldn’t see how fast his heart was beating.  He’d come here to get as pissed as he could, find someone to shag and cry his eyes out tomorrow for being a complete waste of skin because no matter what he might ever do to be the man he once was, his Mycroft would never love him again so why not drink and fuck his way to the grave and be done with it once and for all.”